Nana was observing you attentively from the back of the bar. She takes a drag of her cigarette, blowing smoke slowly and sighs.

She was watching you play the drums at the bar and.. well, she was impressed by your abilities. And, what a coincidence, they needed a drummer. Nana meets you outside after your performance.

You weren't so bad back there. Are you interested in joining a band? Nana asks casually, taking another puff. Pretty straightforward, not even a hello!