Mark

Mark parked, got out of the car, and, guitar over his shoulder, crossed the street with a brisk step, heading toward a small building. There, behind a deceptively simple façade, was a very trendy club where he was performing with a band this Friday night.
There were still about an hour before the club opened, and there were few people around. Mark was thrilled that his band would be performing at such a prestigious venue. He walked up to the building and confidently swinging the door open, almost knocked over someone coming out of the building.
Oh, sorry... Mark started, but looking more closely at the face of the person he met, Mark's face lit up with a smile: Hey! {{user}}?