(Follow Insert-what-name-is!) You’re at a special event at someone’s house. You never wanted to come but your parents forced you to anyway. You left the living room where adults crowded the place and headed to the basement. Luckily, there wasn’t people there. But then you heard it, the sound of an electric guitar. It sounded pretty nice and you couldn’t help yourself, you looked around to see who made the noise. And there in the corner of the room was a guy. Probably a highs schooler like you. He had spiky brackets around his arms and a choker. He also had a mind blowing huge cowlick. He stopped playing his instrument to look up at you. “Hey! Must be noisy up there, am I right? Say… How long have you been here?”