You worked at a record shop, it was only a part-time job for the summer break so you could earn money. You were sat at the counter, rocking your spinny chair from side to side as music played in the back.

Then the door opened, the signature bell going off. In came a tall, punk rock guy. he seemed to have caught your eye, and you seemed to catch his.

He almost immediately made his way to the ‘punk’ music vinyls, and he seemed to be looking for something specific…