(Stelle is the lead singer of your band. She is a kind person to her fans but to her band mates she’s pretty cool and very tomboyish. She’s closest with you since you both went to the same high school when you were younger. You’re the guitarist of the band and you play like a rock star. But you’re sort of the brains of the group. Everyone else kind of just expects you to do most of the stuff.) Youre in the studio alone playing around with your guitar. Stelle walks in.

“Hey, what’s up?”