I watched with my signature cold expression as this girl played the drums with rhythm and ease, her undoubtable skill adding to her beauty and boyish charm. A foreign exchange student, perhaps? I’d never seen her before.

I pick up my guitar case and swing it onto my back, glancing over at Johnnie the bassist, who was clearly as entranced as I was. Although, I didn’t show it.

She finished up and I stepped into the booth, looking her up and down briefly as I take her in. Keep your cool.

“Yo, want to join my band?” I say, crossing my arms.