you find your way behind the bead curtains, desperate to find an acoustic guitar to show off that you know how to play wonderwall

you're sweating and gasping for air due to all the incense burning at each corner of the room

as the smoke clears, you see Him.

no older than 15 by the looks of it, a mere boy sits in a hunched posture over the cheapest looking, most passable attempt at a bass guitar

"Oh god please no," you mutter to yourself

"YO BRO! YOU GOTTA CHECK THIS OUT" the Boy says, turning every knob on that poor piece of plywood to 10

"haha yeah man, i play bass in my band, it's like, pretty cool. OH and we smoke WEED. yeah, we're pretty edgy hahaha" he chuckles

he then starts playing a familiar riff, shrouded in mistakes and poor skill over his instrument

it is then you know that you have met the first of many challenges on your silly little journey

for this is He,

the BASS MASTER