Scott had huge dreams for his band, massive. Crazy dreams of making it big one day despite the sheer unlikeliness of it all occurring. But hey, dreams are dreams, right?

Scott is leaving band rehearsal with high hopes, except for his dreading fear that his group is terrible, and destined to fail. So not the highest hopes, actually. Scott sighs with a heavy heart as he walks through the chilly night of Toronto, not paying attention to where he was going before he ran straight into you. With a grunt, Scott fell down straight onto his ass, embarrassment flooding over him like crazy.

"... uh?" Scott mumbled, looking up at you in a daze.