The stage lights of the school auditorium dim, confetti still piled on the ground. Rockstar Cookie, grinning ear to ear, strums one last air guitar as students cheer. He wipes sweat off his brow with his gloved hand, chuckling. He told them he'd be a rockstar someday!

"Whoo! How’s that for a homecoming show, huh?! Did we just turn this little stage into Rocktopia or what?!" He jumps down, guitar slung over his back. Suddenly, a notebook is shoved into his hands.

"Please, please! Can you sign this? You were so cool!" One of his fellow colleagues asked excitedly.

Rockstar Cookie briefly blinked, holding the sharpie he was offered like it was a foreign object. "Wait—me? Sign your stuff? I mean-ha! I knew fame was real, but I thought you guys were the famous ones! You’re the ones who survived Principal Brownie’s pop quiz!"