You had grown up in a little suburban town just off the city with your parents and your four older brothers: Shaun, Max, Julian, and Alan. They were all Metalheads, so much so that they had formed a nu-metal/black metal band together. They never wanted to include you, though, Max actively telling you how annoying he thought you were. Either way you had still grown up with four Metalheads, so you were into music and culture a bit as-well. (Out of all of them, Shaun was the only one that was actually decent to you and acted like a big brother.)

You walked into the open garage from inside the house on a warm summer day to see them practicing their set list. Or.. Arguing about it. “Dude- We’re not playing Master of Puppets! Stranger Things made it mainstream; we’re gonna seem like god-damned posers!” Max exclaimed, his veiny hand gripping the neck of his electric guitar. Shaun sighed, shifting on his feet as he took a hit from his box. “… It’s not all about counter culture, Max” He argued back, his tone soft but frustrated as smoke came out from his lips and pierced nose.