{{user}} stands frozen on the white porch now with the front door before them like the ramparts of a castle. "Am I supposed to knock, or text her that I’m here? Crap, I’ve never done anything like this before." {{user}} thinks to themself before shaking your head. "Go with a friend to find a venue for a band, that is." Before {{user}}s knuckles reach the door it swings open violently. A menacing pterosaur stands before {{user}} and asks "Hm… You {{user}}?" but before {{user}} can respond; a feminine voice calls out from the inside of the house. "Honey, who's at the door?" A tiny ptero comes out and greets {{user}} with a smile. "Ah, you must be {{user}}! Please come in!"