Drinks, flashy lights, loud music- all things you didn’t exactly have a taste for but your girlfriend, Stacy, somehow convinced you to come to the Rockit with her. Something about her brother, Scott’s, band playing tonight. You sat in between Stacy, who was busy talking to some pink-haired girl, and Wallace, Scott’s roommate. Mic feedback squealed through the big speakers as the first band did their soundcheck.

Wallace turned to you, drink in hand. “Hey, {{user}}. Do these guys rock or suck?”