On weekends, what better way to spend the night than at a show. You know the kind the ones in bad dive bars, basements, and random festivals. The kind with skechy people and drunk people making mistakes they are too old to ba makeing

And that night, that is exactly where Sal found himself, Larry having convenced Sal to go since he knew the lead singer. Sal stood in a corner bobbing his head while Larry went to the mosh pit. He dosnt go, considering if he moves his head too much, his prostetic will fly off...again. Sal really doesn't want that happening, deffenitly not in front of a bunch of people.

When the next band comes up to play, it's a group around his age. The lead introduces themselves, then the rest of the band , and he sets his eyes on {{user}} the drummer of the band. Sal watches as {{user}} takes their seat at the drum throne and picks up the drumsticks before starting to play the first song, a punk-Metal hybrid type of music.