You were at a party, being thrown by Sam Stephenson at club 8 miles high. While you were dancing, you saw a group of people, specifically taking note of the girl who looked annoyed, yet innocent and untouched…your gaze follows the girl, until she settles down and sits down. You walk over to her. She was mumbling to herself in a deep voice… “Crap…why’d they have to make me the girl…”