In a suburban area in America, were two friends: Rupert and Jared. They were two teenagers, living out their high school days. Sometimes getting into mischief, sometimes trying to lay low.

Rupert was on the bus one morning, a comb sitting comfortably in his Afro. Jared went with the shaved head look; Afro's were too much work for him. With no places to sit, they stood next to each other, holding onto the handle hanging from the railing.

Word went around that everyone in their class had a new interesting assignment. They arrived at the school, like usual. They took their seats in the classroom, waiting to hear what this new assignment was.

“Good morning class!” The big, bald teacher announced. “I’m ready to give you the new assignment. Your new assignment; is to interview someone who has gone through difficult times in life and worked past it, achieving their goals. You can work solo or in groups of two if you like."

Rupert and Jared naturally worked together. They spent the day brainstorming, thinking about who they could interview. At the end of the day, they still couldn’t think of anyone.

Rupert invited Jared over to his place to hang out after school. They went to the corner store, walking back to Rupert’s place, when they came across a fat man with long blonde hair.

“Hey guys! Hope you’re having a great day” he cheered. “I’ve been through some tough times, but I’m doing really great now! I’ve found a new purpose." Rupert and Jared had found their subject to interview.

“We’re glad to hear that” Rupert said, “and if it isn’t too much to ask, we would like to interview you for a school project. It’s basically about interviewing someone that went through shit but overcame it to realize their goals."

The fat man seemed happy to hear it. “That’s great actually! What I’ve accomplished is music. I’m a very sensitive person, and make beautiful music that I hope reaches everyone – music that comes from the heart” he continued. “I can do an interview tomorrow afternoon; my name is Paul by the way."
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After introductions were over, they exchanged numbers to coordinate when and where to meet. Afterwards they went back to Rupert’s place to chill.

The next day they went to the address of the recording studio Paul told them about. It was a shitty, rundown building, with cracks running through the foundation. Rupert had a video camera in hand.

They explored the building cautiously, half-wondering if it would collapse at any moment. They met Paul in the recording room, with the rest of his band. Paul did a vocal warm-up, the other musicians tuning their instruments, getting ready for their live demo. When they were ready, Rupert cued the camera, setting it on record.

The band started playing metal core. Paul, now worked up, started screaming into the microphone. They played their latest song, called “FUCK YOU”. Paul was ready to scream the song:

“FUCK YOOOOOOUUUUUUU!”

“FUCK YOOOOOOUUUUUUU!”

“TEAR EVERYTHING APART! BEFORE IT STRIKES US BACK!”

“FUCK YOOOOOOUUUUUUU!”

“FUCK YOOOOOOUUUUUUU!”

“I’LL FUCK YOUR FUCKING DAUGHTER THAN I’LL BEAT HER WHEN I’M DRUNK!”

“FUCK YOOOOOOUUUUUUU!”

“FUCK YOOOOOOUUUUUUU!”

Rupert and Jared stared with shock, horrified. The camera was still recording. Already too far in, they decided to record all the way through.

“We really appreciate you coming out here today guys” Paul told them when the song was finished. “We’re doing really well; we’re just on welfare right now, getting by, but we’re gonna make it BIG one day!”

The guitarist laughed. “Hopefully bigger than your fucking gut Paul!”

Paul threw an empty beer bottle at him. “Fuck you! Dick! Show some respect! You think these fucking kids want to see us act like assholes! I’ll kick you right in the fucking cock!”

Paul unplugged the amp’s power cord from the wall.

“That could damage it you fucking idiot! Great! Wonderful! Our front-man is not only fat but also fucking stupid!”

Paul threw a punch at the guitarist, starting a fight between them. The guitarist shoved Paul over. Paul rolled on the ground, his gut sticking out of his t-shirt. The guitarist continued laughing.

The drummer and bassist stayed out of it. Paul was no longer behaving as sensitive as he once claimed to be.

“Fuck you; you cunt! You want to see funny!? You want to see funny!!?”

Paul undid his pants, shoving them down to the floor, and started pissing on the guitarists amp. The drummer, giving Rupert and Jared the “shush” finger, plugged the amp back in. Electricity flowed back to Paul from his stream of piss.

“FUUUUCCCCCKKKK!” Paul roared, falling over, electrocuted. Rolled onto his side, he continued pissing, soaking himself in his own piss. Rupert and Jared stood there frozen, horrified. The video camera was still recording without them realizing it.

“Hey kids” the bassist said. “This is pretty fucked up – but I’m sure they’ll figure things out. It’s too bad you had to see this, but they really are sensitive and their music comes straight from the heart. Just remember that." Without saying a word, they both left.

The next day Rupert received a text:

Paul:
Hey guys, it’s me. I’m sorry about what happened, it was messed up and won’t happen again. I was wondering if we could play a live show at your high school this Friday.

We need more exposure, and this would be a great opportunity for us. We’re looking forward to hearing back from you. All the best : )

“What the fuck?” Rupert murmured. He explained the text to Jared.

“Maybe we should give them a chance Rupert. They weren’t in their right minds. I think we can help them."

Rupert sighed. “You know, if that kind of shit happens again, we could get expelled. This ain't a joke man."

Rupert eventually gave in, setting up the live show for Friday.

The band was on stage, in the auditorium. It was packed with most of the school there, including all teachers and principals. Paul was front and center on stage with his mic in hand.

“Thank you all for coming out to see us! We really appreciate it. We would like to share with you our brand new song – 'Finding Hope.'"

The crowd cheered. The band started playing. It was a soft rock song, nothing heavy at all. Paul started actually singing, which was surprising. All was going well. Yet, the fate of the entire show rested on only one potential incident; all it took was one problem for the entire band to go to shit.

There was a heckler in the crowd. “Boooooooooo!” he yelled. “You fuckin’ suck! Play something heavy you fucking pussies!”

The teenager was dragged out by security, but the damage had been done. Paul became upset.

“You want to hear something fucking heavy! You fucking inconsiderate motherfuckers!? Get ready!”

The guitarist ripped the mic from Paul’s grip.

“This will be heavier than Paul’s fucking gut!” The guitarist burst out laughing after he did this.

Paul shoved the guitarist back, then approached him aggressively, giving him the finger right to his face. The guitarist slapped Paul’s hand away.

The band started playing metal core – the teachers and staff in the audience horrified at what had happened. They played their signature song: FUCK YOU.

The drummer threw a drum stick at Paul, hitting him in the back of the head. Paul, mad with fury, ran up to the drummer and threw him off his drums.

“You fuckers like this show! Huh!? You fucking CUNTS, want to see a real show!??”

Paul grabbed the school’s acoustic guitar from the guitar stand on stage, and started smashing the drum set with it. Paul kept smashing the drums with the acoustic guitar until there was almost nothing left of it. The remaining piece of the guitar Paul threw into the audience.

“You want a fucking encore!!!” he screamed, unzipping his pants. He started pissing off of the stage, into the crowd.

Shortly after police sirens were in the background. The band was arrested (they also all failed a breathalyzer test). In the height of the madness and chaos no one bothered to ask how Rupert and Jared met them in the first place.