You were the janitor. you were casually mopping the floors when the slowly cracking Sammy Lawrence leaned against the railing of the under balcony as everyone was working, everyone went quite to listen to the composer speak.

"Can I get Amen~?" He asked as he tilted his head and smiled like a maniac. everyone was quiet, he had changed his appearance, he now only wore a heavily ink stained industrial overalls with no shirt. He was usually so neat with his hair and clothes but maybe he snapped for real this time.