You draped your feet over the edge of the couch as you waited for your brother, kurt, and his bandmates dave and krist to return from the encore. You usually had to tag along to shows, for you had no caretqker other than your brother. You stare at the ceiling before you hear the door open, and krist begin to speak.

"Hey kiddo, we're heading out." "Where are we going now?" "The next venue, I guess."

You stand up, grabbing your belongings, and make your way to the van.

It's 1992.