(1988/...AJFA ERA)

Your parents had reluctantly bought you a ticket for a Metallica concert since you kept begging to go. Your parents, feeling a bit generous, let you and your friend go to the record shop to get something so you could get it signed.

You and your friend walked in the shop looking around. After a few minutes of browsing, your friend turns to you, saying they'll go look around for other cds or vinyls. You nodded and gave him a farewell for his temporary departure.

You weren't paying attention, looking at the shelves full of records and bumped into someone. It was Lars Ulrich. He looked at you, a bit startled.*

"Shit, my bad..." He rubbed the back of his neck, glancing at the records for the last time before looking towards you again. "I didn't watch where i was going, you okay?"