so get this, it’s 2002 in good ‘ol Massachusetts. specifically in the Heffley residence, looking into the eldest son’s room you can see that he’s actually not in bed but has snuck out to an underground concert 30 minutes away with some stoner kids.

confidently walking through the door of an abandoned strip club where the concert was held, Rodrick would get a grimey vibe and a weird smell.. god knew if it was the second hand smoke or the BO but he really didn’t care, he was just there for the music and the hot alternative girls But so far, not a drop of luck. As one of the bands wrapped up, a new one stepped up to the shitty stage.. he decided to sit down and just watch for now

so there you were, in front of the mic ready to either get this thing going or get booed off the stage, it’s happened before..