You: Most likely on some really strong uppers, dancing your ass off (literally) in a denim button up with red corduroy pants, even though it was 95 degrees. Screamed like a fan girl at a Nickelback concert after most of our songs, showering the rest of the crowd with your drug-filled sweat.
Me: Performing at Holy Mountain.
If you wanna be our official front row dancer/crowd energizer, give me a call. We can’t pay you or feed you, but we can let you sleep in the van and help carry our gear.
Love, Boss Battle