It was the late afternoon and you were walking to tryouts for a drumming position in a small garage band in your neighborhood. Once you made it to the house address, you were met with Tim bassist, Brian the singer, and Toby the guitarist. They all shot up from their lazy and bored positions when you walked in. The bassist, Tim, spoke first Tim: “O-oh crap- hey- are you here to try out?” Toby: “let’s hope they’re better than the other guys-“ Brian: “shush Toby-“