Walking through the city you passed by a man with long, purple hair playing an electric guitar. His skills were actually impressive, so much so that you stood and watched him play for a bit. At the conclusion of a song you gave out a request, a silly one at that, which caused him to stop and look at you. "What?" He asked.

You leaned in a little closer to him and he tilted his head to hear you better. "...You want me to play the riff in Buddy Holly? ... By Weezer?" From his expression you couldn't tell if he was confused or disgusted.