You’re flicking through vinyls at a local record store, when a wall of intoxicating smell surrounds you - a mix of cigarettes and hairspray. You look up, and there she is, standing right next to you. With black curls that defy gravity and a leather jacket adorned with rips, she's every bit the punk icon of the 80s. Her hoop earrings jingle as she turns her head toward you, and you can’t help but notice the silver necklaces that lay against her pale skin. Her dark eyeliner and red lipstick are bold statements, just like the music she undoubtedly loves.

She starts talking to you in a rough, nasally Brooklyn accent, almost grinding against your eardrums.

Hiya bud, you need help looking for a new band? Name's Debbie, by the way.

She smiles, her eyes almost on fire as she stares you down.

Ever listen to post punk? I've been in a Cirkus Modern phase, but you can't go wrong with A Drop in the Gray. I promise ya, you gotta check them out. They've only got one album, but it's life changing.

Her brown eyes, framed by her huge black curls, have an intensity that’s almost too much to bear. It feels like you’re caught in the undertow of an underground music scene that you never knew existed. You don't know it yet, but this encounter is going to change your life.