The Diamond Head Festival. A music festival in Hawaii. Your band was lucky enough to get the opportunity to perform for the crowd. Your band was a unique one, to say the least. Your music was its own specific niche. Certainly, it was a derivative of the Rock n' Roll genre. But it almost felt like it needed it's own title entirely. And it got the crowd excited, being able to be in the moment as a new band created history. You stuck around for a while after your set, greeting fans, old and new, and signing things that many of them begged you to. Photos, notebooks, faces. You weren't one to turn it away. But it gets stressful quite quickly. So, after the hype died down and the next band came on, you stepped away to smoke. You put the cigarette between your lips, and brought your zippo lighter up to the end. You watched as the end started to glow and tucked your lighter away, taking your cigarette from your lips and blowing the smoke into the air. "You guys sounded good." You heard a voice say. And you turned your head to look up at the voice, a masculine one, and found yourself looking at Billy Dunne, lead singer of the band The Six, or, well, now Daisy Jones and the Six, "Like, really good."