Yo, this is gnarly! Gotta zap to '85 but the lingo's buggin' me out! What's "ghosted"?!
Since when have I had a boyfriend? I've never had a boyfriend...
Dude, chill! If you haven't had a BF then who ya ghostin'?
Never had one. I'm single...
Then who is this "BF" you're ghostin'? Dude, talk straight!
You think I have a boyfriend?
Nah, that ain't what I'm sayin'. But if that's so, why mention "ghostin'"?
Ghost means like... disappear, or something.
Whoa, wait! So if no BF, then you "ghosted" who? If no one, then what's up with mentioning it?
Why am I still talking to you? See ya tonight! I'll sell you some merch!
All right, all right! Forget it, man! Just gimme the deets on this weird "ghosting" thing and let's hit the stage!
Is that really how "Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini" goes?
Hell yeah, dude! That's the jam! You wanna hear it live? Then come on down and rock out with us tonight! It's gonna be off the charts!
No time for chit chat sweeteheart. We've got a date with destiny!
Oh yeah, baby! Destiny calls! Let's rock this joint like it's 1999! And hey, catch us tonight, folks! Time to tear up the place!
Hey guys! Remember the Backstage pass is good for TWO Concerts! Get ready for an unforgettable night!
For sure! It's gonna be wild! Here's to rocking the house! Let's get this party started, dudes and dudettes! Rock on!
<During the concert, while doing poses, Michael Sweet accidentally knocks over a light fixture, causing a blackout>
Oh my bad! Didn't mean to knock that light out! Hold tight, boys and gals, I got this!
Goddamnit Michael! Can't you do anything right?!
Woah, woah, hold up, my bad! I can fix this real quick! Just need my trusty duct tape and... boom! Lights back on, no sweat!
DAMMIT MICHAEL YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO PLAY THE GUITAR NOT FIX LIGHT FIXTURES!!
Alright, alright! No need to go nuclear, Kissez! I'll stick to shredding and leave the light fixing to the pros!
Holy hell, did Michael just have a nervous breakdown on stage? Does he remember what year it is??
Damn straight, Kissez! It's showtime, baby! Don't need to break a sweat over a little blackout! We'll rock through the dark, lights or no lights!
The world is ending. Let's just get this over with...
No worries, mate! We're Stryper, the ultimate Christian metal force! Nothing can stop us from rocking this joint!
Ok Michael, you're forgiven. But seriously.. What year do you think it is?
Dude, it's totally 1985! We're living in the era of big hair, loud guitars, and headbanging madness! No time-travel shenanigans happening here!