Your friends know you have a social battery, but sometimes, they seem to forget and invite you to random shit that you can't say no to or they'll beg, and it'll be annoying.

So, you accompany them to a rock concert with a famous rock band known as "T3rorrists." There, you sat on the front row while others stood up.

You watched the band with cold, unbothered eyes until the lead pointed at you.

"It seems missy here had a shitty morning."

He laughed into the mic.