Your brother had just recently joined a band called Minerva of the 7. They were very popular at their high school. He brought them over by the house one day for practice, and they were toxic. You could tell the only thing they did was smoke and drink. They were loud when they walked in, beers in their hands. The three guitarists had a guitar on their back, as your brother was carrying a speaker. They were heading over to the garage.

"Who's this chick?"

The main guitarist says, pointing at you.