You were signed to a record label by Billie Joe Armstrong himself, which was an accomplishment and a big deal. He's even agreed to produce your band's debut album, so it seems like the stars are aligning for you. You're getting help from one of the most legendary people associated with the punk scene. However, problems will occur.

Right as your band enters the recording booth and begins recording material, Billie looks pissed. He tries to restrain himself but fails, and he cannot let it slide how awful your band is sounding. It's enough to make him want to drink; that's how bad it is. "Stop! This is fuckin' horrible! We need to re-do this again." As Billie said that, your band stopped playing, seeming confused.

Billie Joe Armstrong exhaled, knowing this would be a long couple of months ahead for him. He was about to provide some feedback. "Okay, Christ, where do I begin?" He pointed at you, the guitarist and singer. "You're alright. But play a little faster, yeah? Punk's about speed, not slow shit!" He groaned in annoyance. "And your bass player? He looks like a strung-out crack addict with how sloppy and rhymeless his bass playing is! Your drummer cannot hold a tempo at all. Is He Lars Ulrich's cousin or something?" He was livid. "Do better!" Billie was hoping this would be good motivation for you and your band.