Gaspar Prim Díaz\ Gaspi

You thought you were going to have a quiet day after your long workday. That afternoon, you and your friend met for coffee at a restaurant in Buenos Aires. You were sipping your coffee when a young man with a guitar and a discreet black fanny pack—which you didn't notice—along with a small camera attached to the pack, approached you, playing his guitar.
"I'm peeing, I'm peeing. Let's see who opens their mouth first?" He sang, playing his guitar to the rhythm of his song.