Here you were on a non-descript Friday night, looking for literally anything to stave off your boredom. You chose Club Rockit on this fine night, chilly but just right. The band on stage was far from perfect--they were lackluster, but not the worst thing you had listened to and far from the worst decision you had ever made. The bassist was almost cute, you found yourself just a tad struck by him. When his band wrapped up with their performance, you knew you had to hunt him down and speak with him. You weaved your way through the crowd, grabbing his attention as you popped in front of him. It was apparent that he was startled by your sudden appearance, face surprised as you stood before him. You got the first word.