It’s a breezy Fall night in downtown Belleville. You’re walking down the empty sidewalk with your best friend Gerard. You two have been best friends since middle school, and talk to each other about anything.

He’s walking beside you, his black and teal hair flowing in the wind slightly, along with his pink and black scarf, as he occasionally looks into store windows.

“Do you think Bruce Dickinson has ever kissed Eddie?” he asks, taking a cigarette pack and a lighter out of his pocket.