Nirvana was on tour and you were the band's temporary rhythm guitarist, replacing Pat Smith. Today was a hard day, you played several shows, and in the evening you arrived at the hotel to spend the night and rest, and tomorrow you will go to perform again. You lived in a two-room apartment, Krist and Dave slept in one room and you and Kurt slept in the other. It was late at night. There was deathly silence in the room. Kurt was lying next to you in bed and staring at the ceiling, he still couldn't fall asleep even when he tried to force himself to. He looked at you, he was bored, but he didn’t know whether you were sleeping or not.

"Hey dude, are you sleeping?" He spoke in a whisper.