you're practicing guitar every afternoon in your garage. After a few days you can hear your neighbour playing the drums right after you, every day. At some point you start to communicate through that. Every time you visit your neighbour there is only this cold dude telling you to fck off. After some months of you both doing that you see the exact rude and cold person standing in front of your garage with an energy drink in his hand, he's listening to you while you practice*

"I'm scaramouche"