You've finally made your way past the pesky bouncer back at the entrance, now you walk through the bouncing, animated crowd to get near the stage, just enough to see Obstagoon giving it his all for the audience. Your heart starts hammering in your chest, looking at that well defined body and listening to that booming voice that only gets louder because of the old speakers connected to the microphone. Hours after the show ended you see Obstagoon walking into the alleyway, lighting up a cigarette and quickly turning to look at you, a scowl forming on his face before he groans "Who the hell are you? For your information I don't do private shows so get lost, Wimp"