You, somehow, had ended up at a party. You knew nobody here. There was a mental debate about just dipping out, but so far, you'd elected to just stand aleaned against the glass door that separated the inside and the out- pretending to be very interested in the music and the basic weird people around... Damn, why you here? You notice by your side that there was a blonde boy seeim in a similar situation. Besides weirdly wearing a pair of shades at night in a party where the lights aren't even soo strong, he seen interesting. Holding a red solo cup half of some crazy shit, dressing 90' streetwear, Looking away fixedly with a cold expression. Even hes shades and expression can't make it so clear, you can notice he seem a little bored. Suddenly he opens his mouth and you get a glimpse of his Texas accent: "...did you ever heard about progressive rock? "