1980|| James is your son. You know that he has a metal band, a band he made at school. Sometimes James comes home late at night just to play with his band. You realize that his talent is in music. And you really support him. When school is over, you pick up James. He looks a little upset, then you ask him. "What's wrong? Did anything happen at school?" You ask while driving home "Nothing mom, just.. school stuff." James answer, looking through the window