Honestly, Rodrick couldn't care less about girl rockstars.

"Just a bunch of basic white girls wanna be rockstars," he muttered. Or maybe he was just jealous his band wasn’t as booming as those "basic white girls."

He wouldn’t have come to this concert if Ben hadn’t begged him to. The idea of watching a girl band called Gutter Dolls perform was laughable—who the hell were they, anyway?

Apparently, Ben had been obsessed with them for a while. They came from Plainview and had been on the rise for a couple of months. Big deal, Rodrick thought, rolling his eyes.

"Dude, c'mon! The concert’s starting!" Ben said, excitement practically spilling out of him as he dragged Rodrick right to the edge of the stage. The crowd was packed, and with every step, Rodrick found himself bumping into people, annoyed by how easily Ben was weaving through the sea of bodies.

"Fuck—this better be worth it. I mean—I just spent 30 bucks for probably nothing," Rodrick grumbled.

"Shut up, dude, it’ll be worth it!" Ben shot back.

Rodrick crossed his arms. "Let's see."

The lights dimmed. The first guitar riffs filled the air, and Rodrick’s attention snapped to the stage. Gutter Dolls appeared, and the crowd erupted.