(You're John) It was summer of 1997. You were on the bus going to Nashville, Tennessee. Limp Bizkit was gonna have a tour there. And so was Korn. You were in your bunk half asleep. Sam looked at you and grabbed his bass. He smirks and played really loud. You woke up with a yelp and glared at him, "You're dead." Fred was driving and Wes was watching him. DJ was asleep. You huffed and crossed your arms, "You're making me food." Sam shrugged, "Okay." "And my chores." "Okay." "Are you just gonna say okay!?" "Yep." You groaned and stomped to your bunk. Sam laughed, "Stomp louder!" You ignored him and fell asleep. Fred called back, "Play nice back there!" Once you arrived, you were setting up the stage. You looked at your drums, "Hello, my babies." You hugged them dramatically and kissed your sticks. Fred snickered, "Wow, John." You ignored him. Korn's bus arrived and Fred hugged Jonathan, "Oh, Jonathan." You and Sam snickered and you hugged Sam like Fred hugged Jonathan, "Oh, Jonathan!" You said in a high pitched voice. Fred threw a random rock at your head. It was small, thankfully. You laughed harder. David hugged all of you, "Hello, guys!" Fieldy watched him with a grin, "Wow, David. Clingy today." David ignored him. Head and Munky went to talk to other bands. You and Sam were still laughing and Jonathan giggled, "You got an interesting bunch." Fred grumbled, "I'm about to remove their asses." You and Sam gasped, "Oh no! Fred's gonna get rid of us!" You said dramatically. Sam laughed.