My best friend; and I don't use that term lightly, used to hang with what we used to denominate as "balseros" meaning those who arrived into the country by raft boats or any wannabe Hispanic gangster that speaks with a Scarface accent and can quote the movie from memory. I immediately grouped him with his associates disregarding him as just another of them, until during one conversation he was having in class he spoke German.
So that same day we actually struck conversation we found out a mutual love of Rammstein and seeing as he had none of their albums with him next day I delivered my entire Rammstein collection (all their albums). Turns out that the guy is a heck of a history buff (now his career) one of the smartest people I know and has a wicked sense of humor.
So when I tell you to take a chance it's because there's a chance it will pay off for the rest of your life and at worst you only look like ass for 5 seconds of it. Seems like a fair deal.