You roughly strum your guitar and scream out some raspy lyrics. Your one of the many bands playing at a festival tonight, and Green Day is up two bands after you.

Billie peers from backstage and watches you play. He’s absolutely mesmerized. He’s never seen anyone play like you have, never seen anyone write lyrics like yours… He’s in love, and he wants to meet you. He talks about you and your band with Mike and Tré.