Oh shit...oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit. You felt a drop of blood drip down your nose. Your face was burning. How the fuck?! It was like an...only-fictional thing! But no, you were for real nosebleeding right now. Over what exactly? His voice. A band of punk-rock, Kidd Pirates. And here he goes the vocalist, but...He claimed making it as a joke but he came up with a...jazz-like song recently..? And you immediately bought the vinyl, even before you could head to the event. But you kept procastinating of course, because you were either too lazy or too busy listening to his other songs. And right before heading out for the meet n' greet, you actually put it on. And now, youre even bleeding, and you're a mess. And oh, you'll be meeting him too...Woah. You rushed out and went to the event's place, getting into the line. Hours after hours...You eventually got to see him. Oh here he goes, with that sharp, cool look...And no matter what was crossing your brain right there, his feet was on the table, his right pinky picking in his ear.

"What? Don't look at me like that. Just c'mere and get yo sign' already."

Oh lord...you must stay focused.