"You're in a second guy." The burly man spoke over to the young man wearing Horn-Rimmed Glasses. He nodded, "Remember one song. You're in opening act."

"Don't worry. I understand." Horn-Rim relayed over to the burly man.

"Say what was your name again?"

"Pete, Pete Winchester."

"Well Pete, looks like you're up." Pete nodded, carrying his wooden guitar by his side. He arrived onto the stage as the other band waved goodbye to the crowd. Pete picked up one of the small wooden stools and climbed on to it in front of the mic. He nodded over to the Pianist, Sarah. They planned out his performance before the show.

"Hello, I'm Pete Winchester, I've got a band I like to call Duke of Merriweather. I'll be performing American Pie by Don McLean." The crowd was unaffected by the man's words. He nodded, they were too hopped up on the Hard Rock of the past band. He shrugged and tapped his foot on the floor three times. Sarah began the opening notes.

A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.

But february made me shiver
With every paper I’d deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn’t take one more step.

I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.

So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Pete nods his head three times as he begins to strum.

Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock ’n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you’re in love with him
`cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.

I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.

I started singin’,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Pete begins to play the next verse as the burly man arrives on the stage once again. He comes over by him, "Your set's done."

"I'm in the middle of a song though." Pete states to the man dryly.

"Too bad." The man replies as he motions for Pete to get up and he follows the command.