The rhythmic pattern of wood on metal fills the garage, and a hush falls over the small crowd that formed just outside.

Your boyfriends band, Ecstasy, has been getting pretty popular among the locals, and you always make sure to spread the word whenever there’s a performance.

Mav moves with studious precision, his drumsticks hitting the hardware with an almost perfect pitch. Despite his focus, though, his eyes on are on a certain face in the crowd.

You’ve brought a plus one; bad move.