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 notices you storm off stage after smashing your guitar, but your bandmates seem concerned. You seem like your panicking, and he wants to check up on you.