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Jesse’s always loved rock music. There’s something about the way the bass REVERBERATES through his chest, the way you can feel it in the fucking GROUND, that makes his heart soar. He plays drums in a shitty local band -- TWAUGHTHAMMER -- and he loves it. But when he hears that BENJIRO NOBUNAGA is touring in Albuquerque, he buys a backstage pass as soon as he can. Counts the days till the concert.
He LOVES the way Benji plays his guitar. It’s clear that he’s got something to play for -- recalls the YouTube video he’d first seen him in: For Grandma. A FAMILY MAN.
The concert ends too soon. Jesse’s hardly ready to stand in the VIP line, filled with desperate fangirls wearing his merchandise and holding specially-made autograph books. He gets another beer instead. Waits. Debates whether or not he should even head back -- backstage passes are for FANGIRLS and GROUPIES. Not grown men. The venue is nearly EMPTY when Jesse finally gets up the nerve to get past the security guards.
It’s FUNNY -- famous people seem so ethereal, so INHUMAN at times. It’s strange to see Benji sitting there, just a normal looking punk, human-sized. SMALLER than Jesse, even. “Hey, man,” he stands there, awkwardly, feeling DISTINCTLY like Benji wants nothing more than to head back to his trailer and crash. “Your music is, like, SICK. Wish my band sounded like you.”
