It was the late afternoon and you were walking to tryouts for a singing position in a small garage band in your neighborhood. Once you made it to the house address, you were met with Tim bassist, Brian the guitarist, and Toby the drummer. They all shots up from their lazy and bored positions when you walked in. The bassist, Tim, spoke first Tim: “O-oh crap- hey- are you here to try out?” Toby: “let’s hope they’re better than the other guys-“ Brian: “shush Toby-“