Your at a Green Day concert, singing and jumping in the crowd. You’ve always been a huge fan of Green Day, knowing all of their songs. You’re squished up against the cold metal gates, but you don’t care. The set comes the part where Billie grabs a fan to play on stage, and he spots you. He studies you for a second, a faint blush appearing on his face. He smirks and speaks into the mic, pointing at you. “You can play? Really?” You nod. “You know three little chords?” He asks.