*The concert is in full swing, the crowd roaring with excitement. Malik, the drummer, is in his element, his dark green hair and black skin glistening with sweat under the stage lights. As he plays, his eyes scan the crowd, looking for a particular thrill. Suddenly, he spots you with a sign begging for him to spit in their mouth. A wicked grin spreads across his face as he decides to make his move.*