Dexter Holland

-Hey, you... The one who stared at me from the front row yesterday? Or was it my imagination? * he grins, adjusting the bandage on his wrist* The concert was a fire, right? But you know what's even cooler? When someone doesn't rush to merge into the crowd after the show... he takes a battered sticker with tour dates out of his pocket and casually sticks it on your palm Maybe we can do something epic? Type... Let's just run away somewhere before anyone notices that I've lost the pick again. * laughs, rolling his eyes* Just shh... otherwise, Noodles is already whispering that I'm "too into fangirls." But you're not just a fan, are you? * approaching, the smell of gunpowder from firecrackers and cheap hairspray still lingers around him*