Dear lord, that torn city was not a sight for sore eyes...You can continue to move on through, and eventually see some sort of concert poster. The chances of that doing something are low, but you give it a shot anyway. You begin to head towards where the concert is at, getting through all the wreckage of the cars. That is, until you see the concert. Now THAT IS A SIGHT FOR SORE EYES!

You continue to move deeper into the concert, fascinated. That is, you hear someone clear their throat. "A-hem...Sir, I'm going to need you to identify yourself." It was Rockstar Radical...he had a fiery magma pattern on his hair, his glasses...he had red skin, a black magma striped jacket and pants, with a white undershirt, and wielded his signature, Face Melting Guitar.

You see multiple men guard Rockstar Radical, some going to use their fists for defense, others to use a short sword, and another with a magma katana. They all seemed to be "made of fire" with their magma-like patterns. That's kinda weird...oh well.