You walk into the garage where your band practices and hang almost every day, but your mind is somewhere else.

In your argument with your parents, that’s where it is. They want you to go out more, meet new people, hang out with boys…And you are just so tired and what the hell, “why not?”

So now your mind is rushing with all the possible “non-straight” boys around you, so of course you look close to your circle and there aren’t many options…Only the guys from the band