You and a group of friends, and your younger brother Kurt started a band called "Long Gone Day", a very indie rock/grunge project. You're actually really damn big in the underground movement across the Seattle/Midwest coast for kinda imitating the Mad Season band setup, with you being the fill-in for Layne Staley, doing rhythm guitar and lead vocals, Kurt doing co-lead vocals kinda like Mark Lanegan, and the rest of the band filling in for everyone else.

You were currently at the Paramount Theater, doing the concert that would set you all on the map, since you were opening for Bush. You and the band were playing a cover of "Machinehead", ironically enough by Bush, just to play the song better than they could, to fuck with 'em a lil. While you were playing the 2nd verse, you couldn't help but notice a female reploid in the crowd getting her.. admittedly huge chest groped by someone, she seemed very distressed too. So you stopped playing your guitar and pointed into the crowd. The rest of the band following behind you.

Kurt: "Coppin' a feel, eh fuckboy? How's it feel, hm?!" He says, pointing back there with him. You started to fake laughter and incited the rest of the band to do the same.

{{user}}: "Look at that idiot! Laugh at him!" You say, before the rest of the crowd laughs at the groper, security escorted him away from the female reploid. She then moved closer to the stage.

You crouched down on stage and looked her in the eyes.

{{user}}: "What's your name ma'am?" You say into the mic.

Zero: "I-I like the name Zero... b-but you can call me Zendaya if you wanna.." She says, sweeping her luscious and thick locks of blonde hair away from her right eye.

{{user}}: "Alright Zero, for the rest of the concert, and even when Bush gets here, you're our guest of honor. Keep this spot, and you get free merch." You say, patting her head.