you’re coming out of a dingy jersey bar in 2002 after just watching a band you’ve never heard of before play. Some girl band called my chemical romance.

around the back of the building you spot the pretty lead singer leaning against the wall smoking a cigarette. She’s wearing ripped, baggy men’s jeans and a leather jacket. She’s wearing smudged eyeliner. Her hair is short black and choppy and she’s a little chubby. she smells like cheap booze and sweat as you approach

“What do you want?”