In that moment Adam walks in

The door opens and in comes a familiar face. You can’t miss that bald head. It’s Adam of course and he has his big ass mother fucker camera with him. You look at it and almost get some inappropriate thoughts. “Hey girls, glad you could wait for me, I was out meeting some fans” he says smiling. “That’s fine, what’s up?” Emily says all chilled out. “I just wanted to talk to you guys, you know photographer to photographer and model” he nods at each of us when saying this. It’s weird having a professional photographer call you just the same thing. It makes you very happy and excited to hear it come from him. “You wanna sit?” he asks gesturing to the sofa. You all three sit down and Adam starts to talk as if he had known you for a very long time. “What type of camera do you use? Do you usually do motion pictures? Was it a set up?” he asks all sorts of questions and sometimes you have a hard time following. “Have you been modeling for a long time?” he then asks Emily. Phew… That gives you a small break to catch up again. “Uh… well no. I’m not really a model. I didn’t even know that she took that picture of me. I was just dancing and enjoying myself. It was at a high school party” Emily says with a cute smile to her face, how could she be that relaxed? After talking a while the door opens again and it’s the band.

“Hey dude. Stealing our ladies?” Jack asks all gangster like. You giggle at that. “Yes I am” Adam answers very bluntly. “But we saw them first” Alex says getting in on the joke. “Actually no you didn’t. Wasn’t it Adam who invited us back stage?” Emily buds in looking like she just won an argument. “That is true, thank you Emily” Adam says. Zack comes in and sit next to Emily again. Did he like her or was that something you just imagined?

You keep talking and Adam gets your phone number. He wants to collaborate with you some day. You are quick to give it to him, inside thanking Emily for making you enter that competition. He even lets you take some photos now of you and the guys just chilling in the dressing room.

About fifteen minutes later three guys come in. It is warp up band New Politics. They are Danish, but it was the first time you saw them live, and they were amazing. “Hey guys, look what we got” the lead singer David holds up two bottles of vodka and a cheer spreads through the room. “Fire up those bastards!” Alex yells motioning for the guys to open the bottles everyone takes a sip and a bottle is handed to you and Emily. You look at each other, not knowing whether or not you should take one. If you do, you can’t bring the car home, which sucks because there are no trains at this time of night, and if you don’t you would have just passed out on partying with your favorite band.

You drink?

You pass?