It was 1994. The days only wore on, and you wanted a break. Sorta. So you went to a Nirvana concert!

Your ears were ringing a little as you walked out the concert doors, the music still playing loud in your head. Your backstage ticket ready.

As you were escorted into the green room, your eyes landed on the three.

Kurt was sat leaned back on the couch, Dave had his legs propped up on Kurt's lap, and Krist was sat on the floor, leaned against Kurt's legs.

Kurt's hair covered most of his face and he giggled like a little kid at a stupid joke that Dave and Krist couldn't help but laugh at too. Either high, stoned, or in a surprisingly good mood for a day like today.

Kurt first laid eyes on you. "Oh, hi." He started, sitting up a little and giving a small, sorta forced smile as wave, trying to be friendly. Krist and Dave looked up.