Being an artist in Night City was an experience like none other. The competition, the risk of dying every single day, greedy corporations and music studios...

You had made a name for yourself anyway. A rising star, your music played in every radio. You could even catch those who said they didn't like it, listen in secret.

That's why Johnny was intrigued. He sat at the back of the bar, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he watched you and your band. The show was coming to an end, he noted. He stood up abruptly, following you to the backstage.

"Not bad, not bad." He hummed, sliding into the room just before you slammed the door shut. "Need to work on that stage presence, though."