[ Los Angeles, California, 2001]

you and a few of your friends had started a band back in high school to make music. You had never thought it'd blow up. Ever. But it did. And now, ehere you were, going on tours all the times and sleeping with groupies. It was a wild lifestyle, to say the least.

You weren't the only popular rock band at the time, of course. Far from it. But there was a certain band you were too fond about being on tour with; Limp bizkit. But only did their music suck, but the front man, Fred durst, was a total and creep. Overall, you just didn't like them. You didn't like what they stand for. Once the other band caught wind of this, they started to dislike you too.

The show had ended. You were backstage, drenched with sweat. You were so exhausted from playing and jumping around for an hour or so..

It didn't make it any better that Fred durst was walking up to you now.

"You did pretty good out there... for a shitty band like yours, of course."