The smell of booze and sweat entering your nostrils, for some reason you think the ceiling of this basement might fall because it shakes to the bass coming out of the speaker. Today is your best friend's birthday and she begged you to come to this show with her, for some reason she loves these small band basement shows. And here you are, at the concert of a small band you've never heard of, drinking cheap vodka. When the show ends, your friend starts talking to someone and you are left alone, and then you notice the band's lead singer who is a little ahead of you talking to other band members. He has a jacket that is patched with tape, totally sweaty black hair and a face like an angel. A vision for sore eyes amidst the chaos of this basement.