It’s the post Thanksgiving gathering with your friends from high school. You’re tired of the family that made you leave the town so it’s time to leave them again and see the real reason why you return. That gang’s all here. You smile and grab a Brand Beer from the Brand Cooler. Life is good. Rock Band is setup but no one is playing. The song on the screen is a 30 second loop of “Maps”.
“Well, we can do that! Come on, everyone!” you reply, crushing the can with one hand and walking towards the microphone. No one moves. “Oh come on, it’ll be fun!” you try to convince them. They are unmoved, far more interested in what appeared to be a rudimentary game of beer pong from other discarded red cups.
“Well, fine, I can do this myself!” you say, grabbing both guitars. You’re going to be the star of the night for this. It’s time to enact the plan. You just know the drumsticks go last.