i quickly move around to the back of the building and laugh as i see the "Bop" magazine girl. i knock her out and put on her ugly ass tight trendy clothes, i just about gag as i see myself in the mirror. But i forget about it and walk into the room. There i see Gavin, a guitar, and a few other boxes and bags. So i take a breath, and sit down.

Billie - Hello Gavin, nice to meet you.

Gavin - Yes, it must be a pleasure. Greater than meeting god even! Why aren't you screaming yet?

Billie - Oh sorry *i roll my eyes and let out a sarcastic scream*

Gavin - Now that's better *smug grin*

Billie - So Gavin, i heard you came out on the stage last night drunk claiming to be Kurt Cobain.

Gavin - No such thing happened! How can i bloody claim to be someone i am?

Billie - Oh, sorry. So i've heard you're working on a new album, and the profits are going to a charity, is this true? Are you not the self centered loser i thought you to be?

Gavin - Ha! No, the profits are going into creating the world's largest mirror, i will place it on the back wall during concerts so i will always be able to stare at myself!

Billie - i should have known. *i look at his shirt* That's a very um, interesting shirt, who is that on it?

Gavin - Oh, that's me mum.

Billie - But it's a man!

Gavin - Yes.

Billie - Ok then. So what are your opinions on Pearl Jam?

Gavin - They bloody ripped me off! Stole me voice, and me music style.

Billie - But they were out before you!

Gavin - They did it telepathically! They all want to be like me, i mean who wouldn't want to be exactly like Gavin Rossdale?

Billie - Me!