1989, it’s a different Friday night to the average. You usually work nights at your office job. You hate that and have been considering kicking off a musical career since you’ve played bass as a hobby for a while.

But it’s 20:16pm. You are sat at a bar counter with your roommate, drinking tequila shots and chatting about life.

“Hey Bartender. I’ll have a whiskey thank you.” you say to the bartender, oblivious to the fact that Axl is gazing at you from the other side of the bar.