HEALTH: 25/100
You're relieved that the set is over. You're thinking of the best way to unwind. You decide whether you're going to hang out in [[dressing room]] or [[go sign autographs]]HEALTH: 25/100
In the dressing room, your manager is discussing your payment with the venue owner. You debate whether or not to [[spark a joint]] or [[pay close attention]] to their discussion.HEALTH: 20/100
Out back, the bassist from your band is hanging out with some sketchy ass dude. As you approach the two, they notice you're clutching your elbow.
"What happened man?" she asks you.
"I fell on my elbow. The security guard pushed me.." you reply.
She takes a closer look. "DAMN MAN! Your elbow is like, the size of a tennis ball or somethin'. Here, have some of this!"
She hands you what looks like a joint. You [[take a drag]].HEALTH: 25/100
"Man, this is some good weed," you think to yourself.
Dazed and confused, you walk out of the room with $2500 for the band. You're heading down the hall when you realize there is a hoard of fans being held back by security. You lazily [[go sign autographs]].ENERGY LEVEL 20/100
You hear that the band is to be paid $3000. The show was a huge success, sold out, according to the promoter.
Your manager hands you $2500, trying to stash $500 away for himself. You say, "very funny Jeff" and stuff the whole $3000 [[into your jacket]].HEALTH: 30/100
Now that you've got your cash, you think it'd be a good time to go and talk to some adoring fans. You head down the hall to [[go sign autographs]]. HEALTH: 25/100
As you approach the crowd, sharpie in hand, you see a fan shoving a security guard. You're unsure as to whether you should [[help the fan]] or [[the security guard]].HEALTH: 20/100
As you rush to the fan's aid, the security guard turns around and knocks you over. Dropping to the floor like a pile of bricks, you smash your elbow on the concreate floor. You're then picked up and tossed into the [[alleyway]]. The door slams shut behind you.HEALTH: 30/100
"Woah, thanks man! You know, I thought most musicians were [[scumbags]], but you seem [[pretty chill]]. Thanks for having my back."HEALTH: 10/100
In a minute, your elbow is feeling better. But then, you get [[very dizzy]].ENERGY LEVEL 0/100
"Damn bro, haven't you ever hit a little heroin in your weed before? [[Chase that dragon dude!]]" HEALTH: 25/100
You wake up hours later. You passed out in your [[dressing room]].HEALTH: 25/100
"You think musicians are scumbags!? Fuck you man!"
Before you know it, you're thrown out on your ass into the [[alleyway]], smashing your elbow on the ground.HEALTH: 30/100
"No worries man, I've got your back," you tell him. "Being on tour has me all strung out. Do you have any coffee up in here?"
"Yeah man! I've got coffee back in my [[office]]"ENERGY LEVEL 50/100
"Man, thanks for the coffee"
"No worries dude. I actually gotta close up shop here now, so you'll need to excuse me" he says while politely opening the door, indicating for you to leave.
As you're going to shake hands, the bouncer trips into you. You think you feel his hand [[inside your jacket pocket]] but you tell yourself that [[you're just imagining things]].HEALTH: 30/100
You're standing in the wings, the crowd is buzzing. You have a splitting headache, and your voice is hoarse. You think about going to the bathroom to [[vomit]]. Maybe you'll just [[run off]] and hide in the dressing room.HEALTH: 17/100
Before you can get to the bathroom, you puke ALL OVER the hallway.
"Fuck bro, what are you doing?! You've gotta get up on [[the stage]] and play," says your manager.
"I can't, I have [[the flu]]," you tell him.HEALTH: 25/100
You tell your bandmates "I'll be back in a minute."
But on your way to the dressing room, your manager finds you.
"Hey! Get your ass back by [[the stage]]. I didn't hook you up with this club for you to just blow it. Okay?"HEALTH: 15/100
"Here man, you should [[take this]]," he says handing you [[a pill]].HEALTH: 22/100
You're shaking. You walk out to [[play]].HEALTH: 20/100
You take the pill and wash it down with some water. Waiting for the drugs to kick in, you head back over to [[the stage]].HEALTH: 15/100
You feel the need to inquire. "What the hell is this man? Are you trying to get me fucked up?"
"Chill man it's just tylenol, just [[take this]] medicine" he tells you, shoving his hand with the pill at you.
"Man, I don't know. I'll never forget that [[acid trip]] you got me onto without me know. That shit was fucked man."HEALTH: 12/100
Right when you start thinking about your existential drug crisis, your bassist shows up.
"Hey!" she yells, "We gotta get up there! It is 10:05. We're supposed to play for over an hour, but the music needs to end at 11."
You wash back the pill and head to [[the stage]].HEALTH: 20/100
The lights are bright. Your [[ears ring]]. You feel [[strung out]].HEALTH: 20/100
Next thing you know and you're walking off the stage. The whole thing was [[a blur]].HEALTH: 20/100
Next thing you know and you're walking off the stage. The whole thing was [[a blur]]."Hey! Dude, don't go swiping my cash! What the fuck!" you yell, getting right in his face.
"Shut up man, you didn't see nothing" he mutturs. Then, grabbing you by the collar you throws you out into the hall and locks the door behind you. You slam yourself against the door but it won't cave it. You can't find anybody else around the club. You can't just resign to your loss and [[leave]]. Eventually your bandmate comes along and tells you that the bus is going to leave for the next town. You don't have a choice, you feel [[petrified]].HEALTH: 60/100
Don't be crazy, this guy has been the nicest to you of anyone this evening. Don't go making accusations. Just [[leave]].HEALTH: 5/100
You wander outside and find you bandmates and roadies loading the gear into the bus. You don't know how to break it to them that you had your money ripped off.
"Hey man, you got our share of the cash?" your bassist askes you?
You stand there, [[petrified]].HEALTH: 0/100
"I lost the money. I fucked up."
↶↷HEALTH: 30/100
You're standing in the wings, the crowd is buzzing. You have a splitting headache, and your voice is hoarse. You think about going to the bathroom to vomit. Maybe you'll just run off and hide in the dressing room.