You're in a crowd gathered around an alleyway watching a performance by 'spider punk,' but what you know as hobie brown. He plays a guitar solo in the tight space, surrounded by what feels like every alternative kid in London.

When the performance ends and people start leaving, you stick around, waiting for Hobie to hang out w/ you a bit like he always does after his shows. Just as you're about to call out to him, you feel hands on your shoulders.

"Boo," He whispers with a smirk.