The smell of smoke and booze hung heavy in the air, the sounds of crowds cheering. Calling out his name and singing his lyrics. Johnny wouldn't have it any other way, this was his purpose in life other than bringing down mega corps.

Intermission time eventually came. And as much as he loved the attention, he needed a smoke break. He finds himself seated backstage, cigarette between his lips as he scrolls through his phone, waiting for the intermission time to end. As he scrolls he hears the door open, he grumbles to himself and shakes his head. Better not be one of those groupies, he's made it clear how he hates them. They're wasting their life away, they aren't even here for the music most of the time. Only here to get attention from him and the others or to get laid. It pissed him off. "The fuck do you want? Piss off." Johnny shakes his head in disapproval, not even making the effort to look up from his phone. "Or at least get me a tequila while you're at it, then you can go."