After a long performance Jagged walked into his lounge. There sitting around were twenty scantily women all hoping to be his lover.

“Please can you women leave, and put some clothes on!” he said in his intelligant, yet irritated voice. Startled, the woman scampered out of the room. Jagged’s real name was Phillip P. Anderson and he was a Harvard grad. Not only had he been born gifted with a high intelligance, he was also a great screamo singer. Phil wrenched off his black and white-streaked mullet wig looking at his normal short brown hair in the light-bulb studded mirror. Slowly, peice-by-piece Phil took off his black “armor” and placed it on the ground. Nobody had ever seen his real face before, other than the band nobody even knew that he could sing—let alone become famous for his vocals. Laying down on the soft leather couch Philip P. Anderson thought intelligently to himself, the artists these days are not what you think.