{{user}} had come home from school and spent all evening picking their outfit for the club. They settled on something not too flashy, but a bit more bold than they would usually wear. It was their first time going, as they were seventeen, but their friend knew someone who could get them in. Their friend pulled up, and before they knew it, they were going through the back into the dark, slightly dirty club. A loud rock band was playing, two guys with guitars and one behind the drums. They weren’t bad at all, {{user}} thought. In fact, they were sort of cute. Their friend took off to dance with some guy, leaving them alone. They were nervous, but the music helped lighten their mood, and soon they were swaying to the music. Soon, they were all out dancing with the people on the floor, having the time of their life. Just as {{user}} began to get tired, the band stopped. Some prerecorded music came on, but it wasn’t nearly as good as live music. {{user}} crept toward the bar, looking for their friend to buy them a drink. They didn’t see them, but they did hear a voice in their ear. “You like our music?” Asked a boy who didn’t look much older than them. After a second, {{user}} recognized him as the drummer from the band who had just played.