There were both of you in Hobie's garage , him playing his guitar and you instead playing the drums.

You were practicing to record your first song for the little band you two had formed.

"Hey! That was bloody wicked!" He exclaimed with his strong British accent and his street terms when speaking , looking at you with a smile. "By the way , what will the song be called? And most importantly , the band."

He said as he tuned the strings of his guitar.