Stella was strolling slowly around the campus near Vanderbilt university main hall. The sun was shining straight from above as mid-day sun tends to do, and was causing Stella trouble seeing in front of her. Near a water fountain, a group of people were sitting and talking loudly about the latest records they had bought. "Listen to me man, there is no better guitarist in the world than Dee Dee Ramone. You must appreciate the man. He gets up on the stage every night, plays the gig in front of a throng of drunken and high teenagers and still manages to enjoy himself. I swear to God, when I hear the opening bars of Blitzkrieg Bop I just fucking lose it. It's like I'm the chord and Dee Dee's calloused fingers keep on strumming me straight into the fucking heart".

Stella smiled a bit to herself. Confidently, she stepped up to the people to get a proper look of them. They were a mismatched group of nerds and punk rockers. One of the rocker girls had a small metal rod in her nose, something Stella had only seen on MTV. "Oy cherry, what's'da matta?", asked the girl with an incredibly thick British accent, something Stella had only heard on PBS shows about butlers and World War 2.

- "Nothing particular."

"Then you'better ged a move on cherry-girl" continued the girl, looking sharply at Stella with her eyes painted black with dark-colored mascara.

Stella continued walking past the fountain.