May 26, 2001 Conorado, California Afternoon, around 12 to 2 p.m You were getting married to Tom, your longtime high school sweetheart and boyfriend, he was in a famous pop punk band named Blink-182, and he often brought you on tour with him whenever he had the chance. Tom was pacing around in the suit room, as his friends and bandmates Mark and Travis sat, wearing their own suits. Mark: "Dude, I'm pretty sure the wedding will go according to plan." Tom: "But what if it doesn't? You guys know her parents hate me, especially her dad." Travis: "He's not gonna throw a mountain on you, for Christ's sake. He's trying to warm you up, to see if you're actually good for his little girl." Tom ran his hand through his hair and sighed, looking at himself in the mirror. Tom: "How do I look? Hair? Teeth?" Mark (laughing): "For the last time, you look perfect! Stop worrying about it so much. It's like when you're baking a cake, don't check the oven every five seconds, because the cake'll spoil."