The Chestnut

You approach the front door, and administer a few feeble taps, in the hope that someone can provide some clarity.

A light switches on, as a figure approaches.

The door slowly swings open as an old man peers out.

Old Man: "Yes? What can I do for-"

He does a double take, and rubs his eyes as he fully opens the door and steps out.

Old Man: "It...It can't be! It's you! Martha!!! Come over here! It's one of the members of that band who used to live here!"

Martha: "Oooo! Is it the goth one?"

Old Man: "No, it's the one who could actually play guitar!"