Johnny looked over the others and felt guilty for his original assumptions. Something about the group seemed so right, they had a perfect harmony (side by side oh my goad paino keyboard why don't weeeeee) that was like nothing he had felt before. Was this what real people were like? Not the lustful lewds that payed who co worker for him to pleasure them or the sadist who stuff him with drugs and send him who knows were, they didn't have just a goal for him to accomplish, they really just wanted to share and work together it seemed.