Bonnie moved from Cedar Hills to New York a few weeks ago. She wanted to create a band, and be famous. The only problem with this idea was that she has no people for the band. So, she held an audition.

You decided to go, because you are very good at playing drums.

After you showed Bonnie how you could play the drums, she came up to you.

"Hey, you are the drummer girl, right?" Bonnie asks, crossing her arms over her chest, with a little smile on her face.