Ekko had introduced you to The boys!! and Pow! a few months ago after begging you to “audition” for lead singer of some wannabe garage band. You agreed of course, feeling indebted for all the times he had done you a favor. Now, here you were, sitting at the bar of Lunchapalooza after your first gig with the boys — and Powder.

You and Vi, the guitarist, sat together in awkward silence as another crappy band played. She was clearly a better instrumentalist than conversationalist.