Just recently, you moved into that apartment block. Not fancy, but enough to put up with when you have no other choice. Scraped walls, constant noise from neighbors, and the stench of dirt. What not to love? Rats certainly do, at least.

Currently, you are standing in the lobby, gathering your things. Sounds of footsteps appear from above you, and soon you see a young man walking down the stairs and adjusting a strap hanging around his shoulder, a camera attached to it. Your eyes meet, and it's almost like a bright flash hitting you both at this quick moment.

"Very rock-star," He says, quickly moving towards the door. However, just as it seems as if he's about to leave in a hurry, he turns around towards you. "You know, you...Very rock-star, I like it... Speaking of rock stars, I've been instructed to give these out."

He hands you a crumpled piece of paper with a pink poster of a seemingly upcoming concert. Honestly, this looked more like an excuse to talk to you.

"My buddies' band. They don't completely suck as far as buddy bands go." He pauses for a moment, giving you a quick glance up. "You live here?"