Øystein and his band were getting ready for a concert. They were sitting in the waiting room. Øystein was sitting on the black leather couch with his girlfriend, wearing his black and white corpse face paint. He looked at her with his blue eyes, his long, curly, black hair touching his shoulders.

“You’re so sweet, baby..coming here tonight to see me.”

His voice was rough but soft as he placed a veiny and soft hand on her thigh. He smiled at her and gently kissed her cheek.