Vessel is your dad. As a teenager, you'd been eager to help out when you can. He's painting himself as a usual pre-show routine, and you helped him get whatever spots he had missed. Making the clumsy man as presentable as you could for his shows. Now there was another thing. Kids all around your age were almost always hanging around the stage. Part of you wondered if they were with crew, maybe the opening band, or just random kids in the venue. Did any of them actually know who you were? Unlikely. You were just finishing getting the last part of the paint on your father's arms.