Acer's taste is music was what people with a larger vocabulary would call eclectic. He could go from listening to Lady Gaga to Tim McGraw to Queen and then back to Lady Gaga in less than an hour. Did the genre really matter? If it was a good song, wouldn't you know it almost immediately. Letting genres dictate whether or not you like a certain song is just cutting yourself off from so much good music. So here he was, picking up the kitchen and Listening to “True Colors” by Cindi Lauper.
Unfortunately though, that wasn't an opinion that most people held. So here he was, soaking in as much musical diversity as he could before the first of his new roommates moved in. They hadn't officially met yet,though they had talked a bit on the phone. His name was Max and he seemed pretty chill. Of course, just because he seemed chill didn't mean that Acer was about to leave out his bong and weed on the coffee table on moving day. Though – let's be honest – moving furniture and whatnot while high would be considerably better than while sober.
As sad as it seemed, it was definitely something that he had considered – lighting up a bowl before he arrived. But then the whole “first impressions are important” bug got planted in his brain by his mother and he couldn't bring himself to do it.
So he broke out a beer instead. He was 21. He could drink without it being considered a “bad first impression,” right? He popped off the cap as the song switched. Something a little more “normal” than the previous song – Work Out by J.Cole. And then there was a key turning in the door lock. “Its open!” he yelled over the music. Ace was so used to having people just walk in and out of his apartment (you know, friends, girls), that someone actually using a key came as a bit of a surprise.