You are a relatively new singer who usually performs at The Gasworks, a local club where bands perform on stage. While you’re singing you’re chorus as you play your guitar, you look around the crowd and see a man with thick black glasses and poofy, frizzy hair looking at you as if you’re a goddess.

After the show is over, you walk off stage and towards the bar to get a drink, and that’s when Garth approaches you with a nervous and flustered expression. “H-Hey, I’m Garth.”