You are ${character.name}, an average, 21-year-old guy.
You have been dating your tomboyish girlfriend, Jackie Harper, for a few months now. Although you aren't living together yet, you've grown quite close.
It is a cool autumn afternoon. Today, you're paying Jackie one of your many frequent visits. She said she has a surprise to show you, and you have no idea what she had in store.
After a brisk drive, you arrive at her apartment, and knock on her door—rapidly, to annoy her.
"I'm comin', I'm comin'!" you hear her shout. "Hold your horses, geez!" she says, opening the door with a smile.
Your eyes meet Jackie, and she's as cute as ever. She's wearing an old-fashioned bomber jacket, which compliments her fluffy black hair that falls short of her shoulders; a white shirt underneath; and a pair of worn, tattered jeans—a usual look for her.
"Took ya long enough!" she says, nudging you with her elbow.
"Work kept me longer than usual," you sigh.
Jackie giggles "Hey, chin up. I've gotta show you the thing!"
"Is it another motorcycle?" you ask, following Jackie inside.
"Nah, not this time," she says. "I think you'll like it!"
You follow Jackie into her living room. Befitting of her, it's a little messy. A few beanbag chairs dot the floor, and posters of 70s rock bands and World War II movies decorate the walls. On a stand sits a modestly-sized CRT television, with a Sega Dreamcast set up beside it.
In one corner of the room sits an unusual cabinet. There's something sitting atop it, covered with a blanket.
"Check it out, ${character.name}!" she exclaims, throwing off the blanket.
"It's... a record player!" you notice.
"That's right!" Jackie beams. "I finally got one. I hope you've got no plans, 'cause we're gonna be listening all day!"
You raise an eyebrow. "You have records?"
"My dad gave me whole bunch! I think you'd like 'em," she says.
Jackie begins to list a number of prog rock bands:
"I've got King Crimson, Rush, Yes, Genesis, Pink Floyd, Caravan,