You’re in a punk garage band just for the fun of it. You guys couldn’t care less if you got picked up out not and would much rather write and play music for yourselves. That’s what you tell yourselves at least. You haven’t even played a gig for more than twenty people at a bar that barely payed you, asked you to play something else, and kicked you out right after since you were minors.

Tomorrow is the school’s student festival, basically a gallery walk of talents and clubs, and you plan on performing. Hopes are high leading up to the day before but anxiety is creeping in since most of all of your guys’ friends are showing up amongst peers that will likely judge you harsher than the actual scouts of there are any.

You’re in Milo and Mio’s garage, twins who both play electric guitar and sing which gives your band great vocal and sound range. Alex is your stereotypical drummer who’s quiet and wears lots of black eyeliner and kind of scary and intimidating.

Milo and Mio are semi arguing about what songs to play at the festival, not bothering to ask for anyone else’s opinion.

Milo: “They’re gonna kick us out if we play anything harder than Explanation.”

Mio: “We’re not going paid, remember? So let’s play our favorite songs. Mine is Rapture so let’s play that and other actual punk rock songs.”