But, I Can't Sing

You're tired and feel a headache coming on. You're also really curious as to what the Band Lounge looks like. You make your way back and push open the black-painted door. The room has a couple of stools, water, vodka, and old guitars mounted on the wall. Bean bags litter the entire left side. Nothing personal, and your inner snoop is slightly disappointed. The leopard print beanbag is the biggest one and suddenly you feel sleepy. You settle down on the bag and use your jacket as a blanket. The sound of talking voices fills the hallway and the door nudges open...