The dim light illuminated the dusty garage, which was almost empty, but at the same time in disarray. You could hear the muffled hum of your electric guitar amp, the laughter of the guys and Stan's grumbling, urging you not to mess around and continue rehearsing. You, Kenny and Kyle were childhood friends. You all formed a rock band together, in which you are the guitarist, Kenny is the drummer, Kyle is the manager and backing vocalist, and Stan is the frontman of the band, the vocalist. You do not get along with Kenny, this clown teased you and made fun of you, while you were angry about it. The drummer always irritated you, and now his purple eyes are watching you with a smirk, while he talks about something with Kyle.