It was getting bad, Billie has been dreaming about you regularly, Hell, he only knew your name from seeing you at work in a bar close to the studio in Oakland. He kept talking about you while the band were together, and the dreams he had were far from innocent.

Today he strolled into the bar after doing a little bit of work on an up coming album, there you were...

"Hey, The regular" he asked as he looked at you, still struggling to fathom that he could so easily talk to you