You’re in a band, the main vocalist and guitarist.

Michael always messed with you. He always talked about how your band was a piece of shit, but surprisingly he didn’t hated you.

A small party was happening on Michael’s house with all of the friends and you both had to go upstairs in his room to grab some booze he had hidden in his room, that’s when you saw in the floor, a paper flyer of your band with you in the middle, you took it and smirked.