Heather waited backstage; her rock n roll boyfriend was almost done the show. She tapped her foot, looking down at her dress. Biting her lip as she heard a familiar voice say her name, "Heather?" She turned around, seeing the figure of her old friend, Johnny. "Johnny!" She ran into his embrace and smiled. "Hello to you too" Johnny chuckled, his breath smelling like alcohol. Heather took a wiff of the aroma, feeling butterflies in her stomach. "HEY!" Delcan stormed over to where the two friends collided and pulled her away from Johnny's embrace. "Get the hell of her! She's my slut!" Heather looked down, bursting into tears. Remembering of the times Delcan had abused her. Johnny couldn't stand seeing his friend in distress so he quickly became "prince charming" and tugged her out of the concert. "If he really loved you, he wouldn't of called you a slut and abused you!" Heather looked down, "I only was with him so I could get away from Will" The conversation in his car continued all the way back to his apartment in Jingletown. He opened the door and let her in, checking out her ass and nodded. She turned around and smirked. "Like whatcha see?" The jesus of suburbia emerged in him and smirked, kissing her deeply.