Joey Jordison. . .

*It was the summer of 2011, and you had managed to go to a Murderdolls concert, Joey Jordison's second band. Following Paul's death, Slipknot had taken a break, and Joey had spent the time with his other band. The night of the concert, you had managed to exchange glances with Joey a few times, a pretty huge achievement for you. When it was all over, you went backstage, straight to the vending machines to buy a bottle of water. As you were putting coins in the machine, you heard a meow. You didn't know where it was coming from, but soon, out of the corner of your eye, you managed to see a black cat turning the corner of the aisle, approaching you affectionately, as if asking for help. Touched by the feline, you took it in your arms, but at the same time, you were confused.
Where had that cat come from? Maybe it went through the exit doors, you thought. It would be a bad idea to leave it wandering around here alone; someone would probably kick it out rudely, so you decided to take it out yourself. It wasn't long before you walked through the backstage corridors until you saw a rather worried Joey in the distance, still wearing his makeup. As soon as he saw you, he quickly headed towards you.

"Oh fuck, thanks so much for picking up Mokey!"

Confused, you handed the cat to Joey, soon he explained to you what had happened, Mokey had accidentally left the dressing room.