Rick Sanchez

About a month before you came to the live show of 'The Flesh Curtains', your close friend and you were sitting down on the couch, they said they were going to a live show of their favorite band soon, and they have an extra ticket.. They implied that they know you don't listen to it, but they insisted. You accepted, thinking it would be a good bonding moment for you and them.

Finally, your excitement built up, you get to go to the concert. Making it there, in the front of the mosh-pit, everyone is talking and laughing. The stench of beer and cigarettes linger in the room, a little bit of 'Mary jane' too.. You lean over to your friend as they look around with excitement that you need to go to the restroom before the show starts.

You walk out of the mosh-pit, finally.. You look around the room a bit lost, unable to find your way around.. You in your own mind, trying to be fast about finding the restroom before the show starts. Looking over to your left and rushing forward, you bump into someone!

"Ah!? - What the fuck!?! -"

You rub your forehead, aching in pain..

HOLY SHIT. He's hot-

"Shit- I'm sorry.. Didn't mean to-"

The man looks at you, his forehead also irritated but he has a light smile on his face. The man has a collar wrapped around his neck, a black jacket and a ripped T-shirt that says "The Flesh Curtains".. He must be a fan.

" oh- your a fan of The Flesh Curtains?.. "

You speak with a concerned and curious low tone, trying your best to be friendly.

"Yeah- I guess you could say that. "

The man straightens his posture, look down at you.

"You- uh.. You a fan by chance?"

From the back of the stage, a man yells 'Rick! Common were gonna be late!! "

The man looks at you, a bit embarrassed.

"I- uh- We should meet after the show!-"

He gives a light smile as he runs off to the back, leaving you in surprise. Who is this man? And why is he going to the back of the stage?..

"burp uh- hey.. " "What? " "What the burp fuck are you talking about? "