After a long day in middle management you decide to be an agoraphobe, sink into your sofa and order in some stonery goodness. Pop, pop, pop, pop clanks your door. Outside stands a wielder of some fast food, sweet tunage, and she's gunning for your heart. You scoot in and she grimaces which lightens up your mood. Care for a "bang"? You aren't usually lucky but it's after hours and different tactics work for different times. As you come out of your daydream and nod at the other suckers in the audience, you know that only you truly appreciate her holographic poetry at Select BGM.