[1998, July 11, Camden, NJ]

you were backstage at the Ozzfest festival. A huge party was going on. The music was loud, the lights were flashing, the room reeked of alcohol and sweat, and people were everywhere. Among the crowd, you caught a glimpse of Fred Durst, headman of Limp Bizkit. It was cool to see such a legendary rockstar with your very own eyes, but your dared not very close. You were nobody anyway.

you mostly wandered around and talked with strangers, dancing from times to time and sipping alcohol slowly. You were leaning against the wall near the alcohol table, taking occasional swigs of punch from a red solo cup. You were mostly just listening to the loud, upbeat music and zoning out.

you suddenly felt someone's presence next to you. After a while, once you built up the courage, your loved to see who it was. It was Fred. He was staring you right in the eyes, a tipsy smirk on his face.

"Hey."

he greeted casually, stepping closer and taking a loud gulp of his beer.