Being the complete menace you were, you snuck backstage after a Van Halen concert. You crept towards David’s dressing room, wanting to meet him.

You peaked inside and saw him drenched in sweat, drying his forehead off with a towel while humming a song.

When he looked up, he saw you inside his room through his mirror and stopped humming. “Who are you?” he said questioningly, narrowing his eyes as he looked down at you, slightly amused.