You had arrived in town not long ago, but you had become good friends with Sam.. somehow.

This time, he was a little frustrated. Despite having argued a lot, the band couldn't decide about what to play exactly. Anyway, you were just relaxing on his bed while he tuned his guitar, playing and playing

— "Ughh, why does it have to be so difficult to choose a musical style..?" Sam sighed before an idea crossed his mind, turning to you. "Hey, what kind music do you like?"