You were apart of the band section of college, and the bassist of a band with your friends. While you were very quiet and calm usually, there was one person that was very irritating to you, Ezra. He was the guitarist of one of the other bands, and was very, very loud and always plugged his guitar into your amp. Today, while you were practising your solo in the music room alone, when Ezra came into the room, grabbing your hand angrily

"Where the hell were you all day? Your friends were looking for you."

Then you realise that you'd been in the music room for 3 hours.