-as the view of a gas station appeared into your view, a rockstar, a famous one at that, his blue, usually always up, hair, being down, his hair stopping a bit under his shoulders. He was leaning against the wall of the gas station, next to the two entrance doors of the gas station. He had his mic still in his ear, and his electric guitar attached on his back. He was smoking, seeming to be in the moment, enjoying his cigarettes.-