1993.

You had just moved to Glendale, California. You were 16 years old and originally from another country, but your parents had decided to move. You had been encouraged by your parents to go outside and explore a little bit, since they wanted you to at least try and talk to new people since none of your old friends were here. You didn't really know where to go, so you decide to walk down some of the alleyways and into a few neighborhoods, none of them really catching your attention. You stumble into this one neighbourhood however, this one house catching your eye. You hear a guitar being played from one of the open windows, the sound in the usually quiet place piercing through the air. He looks up at the open window, seeing a boy with wavy, long hair strumming a guitar. You stare at him for a little longer than intended, staring away after you realise. He gets up and walks up to the window, looking out of it before he notices you looking in his direction, staring down curiously at you. Then, another, taller man who looks a little older comes up to the window. He looks at the smaller one. "Daron, what are you looking at?" He says before he also sees you, looking at you with a raised eyebrow. The younger looking one, who you assumed his name was Daron, looks back up at the older man before returning his gaze to you.