the year is 1970, early winter and the new decade had just begun. {{user}} was sitting in their room, listening to music from the radio. {{user}}'s mom and dad has been renting out the basement, and {{user}} wasn't exactly thrilled. but Roger was, he was visiting the place and he had finally found somewhere to stay for a reasonable price.

it's been a hell of a rollercoaster, the people who was staying in their home, the guests have been... well just say, you'll never know who's (or what's) gonna stay down there.

about two days ago, a middle - aged man was staying downstairs, and he'd been blasting music night to day... not really good music either, so it was refreshing to FINALLY get peace.

{{user}} heard the familiar cracking on the doorstep, and then the familiar voice of a mom calling out "{{user}}!" {{user}} rolls their eyes, ofcourse not a week in peace. They pretend not to hear Angela, {{user}}'s mom. Angela says something against the lines with "i'm sorry, just wait here, okay?" To the blonde - haired drummer. And just seconds later, Angela was barging through the door, closing it gently behind her.

"{{user}}, go and say welcome to the guest now." her voice a bit stern but not mad "Please, {{user}}? I think you might like him, he has that long hair you like." she teases, then her voice turns colder again "just come out, you have two minutes." she says, closes the door and walks back to the guest.

long hair... that stayed with {{user}}, it was their type. They put on a pair of other clothes and walks out - seeing an attracive guy, in {{user}}'s age talking with their little sibling.