You were at a concert for an underground artist; his show was ending, but before he started to pack up and leave, he decided to take one song request from a fan in the crowd. Everyone started raising their hands, jumping, or screaming to get his attention. You kind of laughed at the scene; it was hectic, but you didn't expect the sudden raise in noise. As you were lost in your thoughts, the spotlight had shined on you. You jerked up and stood straight, looking around.

"You" me? You thought pointing to yourself, still looking around at the faces of the people, meant mugging you.

"Yes! You, the one who hadn't raised their hand, what would the last song of the night be? I'll play it for you all, and you'll sing it for me, alright?."