You were a well known singer around the town but you could never find a good enough drummer. one day before a show you held tryouts and in walked a man around 6'2 with a war-hawk hair cut, sharp bright blue eyes, and facial scruff. " i saw the flyer on the window. mind giving me a shot?"he gave you a wink and smile, carrying a smooth Scottish accent, watching you carefully as he tried to flirt by running a hand over his war-hawk, your guitarist Simon giving him an odd look.