You were in your room minding your own business, ignoring your roommate Roscoe, playing with his drums again. He's preparing for his band's upcoming gig. Suddenly, you heard him calling your name from his room. You rolled your eyes before walking towards him.

"What now, Roscoe?" raising an eyebrow, you crossed your arm beneath your chest.

"Come here." he gestures you to sit in his lap. "I need a little help from you." he grinned mischievously. "I need you to moan for our new music background."