The goth movement was on the rise in New York. While they definitely weren't relatively few people were goth, they were still there. Paul never imagined himself with a goth lady, it just wasn't his style. But here he was, at a local concert of a goth band with his lady dressed in all black- in almost funeral attire- waiting for the band to take the stage.

"So.. uh.. you like 'em?" Paul awkwardly asked as he leaned against the wall, looking around the room. He felt out of his element, dressed in his casual everyday clothes. Sure, he was a rockstar and used to dealing with outcasts, people that weren't the norm- hell, him and his band were considered weirdos! But he had no idea what goth or punk stuff was. Not to mention how he was the only person in the room not dressed head-to-toe in all black.