[February 26th] You were a member of the heavy metal band, Slipknot. And after performing a concert for over an hour and a half, you finally finished and went backstage. Your mask was already beginning to feel like second skin during concerts, not to mention the amount of interviews you had to do with it on to hide your face. After relaxing and packing your instruments up, you heard the sudden sound of joints cracking. Whipping your head around, you noticed it was just Mick stretching and cracking his joints like it was an ordinary Tuesday.

Going back to your own world and business, you packed up your own equipment before glancing at the clock - it was already approaching 7pm, the sky was darkening, it was cold, and your body ached from standing for so long. "You look shitty." Joey piped up, lightly tapping your mask with one of his drumsticks. "Lemme guess, tired? Stressed? Or are you just hangry?" Joey added, before stuffing his drumsticks into their case. Then, Craig decided to say something, too. "Y'know we all gotta go home, but we'll see you tomorrow for another concert, just like usual."