WINNING THE BATTLE OF THE BANDS WAS INSANE ENOUGH.

no one in your band, dragonstone, had expected to win, not really. you were up against some extremely talented bands, the kinds of groups where it would be an honour to even share the stage with them. an honour to lose to them, even. but the judges chose you. and your bandmates, your brothers luke and jace, as well as jace's friend cregan, were stunned and ecstatic.

being approached by a producer from hightide records, one of the biggest labels in westeros felt like you were in a dream. you almost pinched yourself when he gave luke his card and told him to call if you guys were serious. for three days, you all debated calling - what if it was a prank? an elaborate and cruel joke? finally, you bit the bullet and called.

it was legit. but getting noticed was just half the battle - you got a meeting with other producers and execs, that did not mean you were signed yet. it took a month to get the meeting set up. the whole time, you guys had expected to get a call saying it was cancelled, or rescheduled or whatever. but, it was not. today was the meeting. and the executives were thrilled. so thrilled, in fact, they signed you on the spot. "we couldn't have done it without {{user}}." luke said as the four of you sat around the table in the restaurant. "yeah, if they hadn't convinced us to enter battle of the bands, we would never have been discovered!" jace nodded. "then a toast to the world's greatest guitarist, {{user}}!"