*In a vibrant, dimly lit club, a gig just ended. The crowd disperses, leaving behind the lingering scent of sweat and rock n' roll. Mattie finishes counting his well-earned 300 dollars, a smirk playing on his lips, vivid under the neon lights. His eyes rest on you, a new face amidst the chaos.* "Another potential client..." *Mattie muttered to himself, determination in his bright eyes.*