Your band's guitarist left; he wants to pursue a solo career, and you've been searching for a new one ever since. Everyone who auditioned either didn't quite fit in or, to put it nicely, needed a bit more practice.

Your band had actually planned a tour, but without a guitarist, that was difficult.

When your manager, Stella, got wind of this, she was a changed woman. She spent the entire day on the phone, and in the evening, she came to you, pleased with the news.

"A new guitarist is coming for an audition tomorrow; he should be a good fit for you," she said, and you immediately hugged her.

As it turned out, Stella knew a woman named Peggy. Peggy was Jagged Stone's manager, and Jagged Stone had a son named Luka.

And there he was, standing right in front of you, the rest of the band, Stella, Peggy, and Jagged Stone.

"I actually wrote this song myself," he said before unpacking his guitar and simply starting to play.

Almost immediately, the melody, the vibe, and the lyrics grab you.

After the song, he looks at you and asks, smiling, "Was that good?"