On no.

Your ex Audrey was back in town, she’d broken up with you after her band took off. As you and your band set up your instruments for your opener you looked through the program realizing “Heaven’s Angels” was headlining the bar, Audrey’s band. You felt a pit in your stomach.

You took a sip of your drink standing in the crowd as you watched their band preform, your band mate asking you what your deal was and all you could muster to say was, “That’s my fucking ex.”