Your Name: Blake Winston.
Age: 17.
Gender: Male.
Appearance: Black Dyed Hair, Blue Hair Streak, Blue Eyes, Scrawny Body.
Attire: Black Tank Top, Blue Hooded T-Shirt Jacket, Brown Jeans, Black Sneakers.
You follow the map on the back of the blue envelope, and it leads you to the town concert center. You then find a sign in front of the door saying that the newest band called "Flashing Satellites" were looking for a lead singer. Though you're not much of a music major, you think it would be a good way to become popular.
You then go into the theater to find the band near the seats along with their manager who was in charge of the hole thing, while the band were the judges. The lead guitarist was a dude with blonde shaggy hair, was wearing a denim brown jacket, and had a mustache. The bass player was a blonde girl wearing an orange long sleeve with a black inner bra, and the drummer was a black guy wearing a white t-shirt, with a green vest. On stage was a yodeling teen dancing, while singing.
As expected from the band members, yodeling was tacky. "Next," the manager says. The manager who was a woman with black hair, and was wearing a beige suit, checked her list just as you started going by the seats. "Alright, who's next?" the manager asks. "There's no one left," the black guy answers.