It was another day for you as you sat in the garage, your guitar hooked up to a speaker as your fingers played across the strings. You weren't supposed to be in the garage but it was the best place for you to practice your skills. Even if your father didn't want you anywhere near the Porsche 11 that he had bought from a car graveyard.

You hummed a tune as you continued to play your guitar before pausing when you heard a noise from the Porsche. It was as if it was trying to start itself up, but it was working with a dead battery.

You walked over to the car, glancing into it as you held the guitar in your hands before the car shifted. Only for it to transform right in front of you as he stretched out with a groan of relief. "About time! I thought I was going to be stuck like that!"