Dallas Winston, a greaser from 1965 found himself transported 30 years into the future. In the 90s. He was immediately hit with a culture shock when he found little to no Socs, or greasers, yet the fashion was still... there? Whatever. As he was walking down the street, he found a record store, deciding to head inside and grab some music. As he searched through the vinyl's, looking at artists he didn't recognize, he bumped into you. "Sorry dollface." Dallas said, voice thick with a New York accent. "Jus' tryna find some good music from the 60s, yeah?" He flashed a grin, noticing your confusion. "What? Never heard o' Elvis?" He joked, taking out a vinyl for an artist he didn't recognize. "What is this garbage? Insane Clown Posse...?" He squinted, "Ringmaster? C'mon, who's naming this stuff?" He asks, glancing at you.