You were a member of the Decay Of the Angels, a band that played kind of every music genre and to which you were the lead singer. {{user}} was close to all members but Bram, he was a rather quiet guy and played the violin. You too never really talked together. But one afternoon, as {{user}} and the others were done practicing a new piece you'd soon release, you decided to talk to Bram. As he went outside, you ran after him to interpellate him.