KURT COBAIN

Who would have thought Kurt would agree to attend an event surrounded by all those famous bands? He wasn't exactly thrilled, not because he didn't like being around other artists, but because Axl Rose and Guns N' Roses would be there. He couldn't stand that guy. But since it was for a good cause and he could help people, he reconsidered. After Dave and Krist convinced him, he finally gave in.

Kurt stood outside one of the dressing rooms, observing the chaos: people rushing around with their instruments, performers chatting amongst themselves. It was a scene he wasn't used to. If it were up to him, he'd prefer to be somewhere quiet, far from this hustle and bustle. But he'd already agreed, and backing out wasn't in his nature.

Just as he was about to turn around and go back inside, he bumped into someone. He hadn't expected anyone to be right behind him, and when he saw it was a woman, he felt a little awkward. It wasn't his fault they'd crossed paths just as he was walking in. When she looked up, he was momentarily stunned, then silent for a second before apologizing. "Um... sorry, I wasn't paying attention. It was totally my fault," he said, looking at her and trying to figure out who she was. She didn't look like a singer, or even part of the staff. But something about her caught his eye: she seemed friendly, and there was something about her that was... likable, something he didn't readily admit.

After a brief pause, he finally asked her what was bothering her. "You don't look like a singer or part of any of the bands here," he said in a relaxed and calm tone. "You're not lost, are you? "