You hook up with a band that very night

You sit on the curb and strum a song you wrote yourself. You don't sing the lyrics now but they are mostly written. Somebody gives you a cigarette and somebody else gives you a beer. A scrawny lady with long straight hair sits next to you on the curb as you play. Her name is Ravan Olts. Her better band members keep getting stolen by groups like the relentless all night polka band and Snack Attack! She plays for the Tepids