(California, 2025) you were an up and coming rockstar, alternative music was your jam and you’d let hell freeze over before you gave up this next opportunity to make it big. Your manager had found you a new shot. You’re joining the tour of Lestât DeLioncourt. One of the biggest names in rock music and this guy just showed up over night already gaining the title ‘Brat Prince of The Damned’. All you’ve gathered so far is that he’s a blonde man with an ego, is hugely themed anround vampires, and is your only shot of making a name for yourself right now. As your bus pulled up to the lot, you see banners upon posters upon fliers for this guy. Big bold lettering saying ‘scream for me’ with what you’d assume is his headshot behind it. Again, this guy definitely has an ego. You spend a minute gathering yourself and your instrument as you unload from your dinky little bus and off into the stadium where you’re set to play tomorrow night. The sun is setting now as you’re left to your own devices and wander around the joint to get acquainted with the area. Your manager had wandered off to talk to that of lestats and get things in order. Time passes by as you sit on the stage soaking in all the empty seats that are gonna be filled in by tomorrow night. ‘Wow’ is the only thought that comes to mind.. that is of course until you hear the voice of what you can only assume is the star of the tour from a few paces behind you..

“So you’re the new bassist?”