"My name is Jonas," he sang. It was strange for Rivers to go straight backstage after the song. Usually Scott and him would stay to play with some feeback. But tonight Rivers felt like there's something he needed to do.

He took off his trade-mark glasses and cleaned them with the corner of his shirt. --Where should i go now-- he thought to himself.

* * * * *

"My name is JONAAASS!!" She sang with him. She then went on singing No One else being it's the next song on the blue album and she just loved the blue album.

She took off her glasses, which were identical to his and cleaned them with the corner of her shirt. --where should I go now-- she thought to herself.

* * * * *

Rivers walked out backstage, breifly told Karl where he was heading and head out.

"Rivers," Brian said, "There's a huge mob at the back waiting for you."

Rivers nodded, "I know. That's why i'm going from the front door."

"That's risky," Scott commented.

"Eh," Rivers could care less.

* * * * *

"How about a... donut," She asked herself as she walked out of the stadium carrying two bags of weezer merchandise that she was going to sell to her fellow friends later on.

She walked into the lonely night of Calgary. "Donuts... Donuts..."

* * * * *

"Rivers is over there!" a voice yelled. The whole crows of people ran crazily towards that voice.

Rivers then quickly ran out of the stadium, "Thanks Bri," he added.

He walked into the lonely night of Calgary. "How about a... donut, Rivs?"

* * * * *

"That last donut please," pointing to the same donut at the same time, both of them.

She looked up, "dude, you're Rivers Cuomo."

He was getting nervous, seeing her holding two huge bags saying "weez merch" on them, "Um, no. I wish I was man."

"But you totally look like him, with the glasses and all."

"Well look at your glasses."

She still firmly believed that he was Rivers Cuomo of Weezer.

"Sorry, i have sold that donut already." THe cashier of 7-11 said.

"Geez, now i have nothing to eat," she said, "And it's your fault," She said facing Rivers.

"How is that my fault?" he said, pissed.

"Hey, Rivers, dude, if you just admitted that you are Rivers Cuomo... Well, i could've shared that donut with ya."

"That's too bad, Ms. Rivers-wannabe."


Ch. 2