Jade: Hello, I'm Jade Puget, a Guitar Player. I hella great one at that! [he smiles] I want to tell you of a story, a story about a boy, a boy with a dream to start a band. That boy was me, when I lived in America. I wanted to start a band, a band that'd kick hella but! So, I told my dad, after I turned twenty, that I was moving to Montmarte to start a band with some hella cool people in France.

[Shots of younger Jade, about six years younger, in America, guitar on his back, facing his father, a stern man with few good features.]

Jade's Father: Always this ridiculous obsession with starting a band!

Jade: It's my dream! I want to kick hella but! I'm going! [Jade pulls on his guitar over his shoulder and plays a great guitar number for a few minutes, but not singing. He stops and looks at his father.]

Jade's Father: What do you want? A Mohawk?

[Jade shakes his head, his father would never understand. Jade leaves. Cut to Montmarte, right outside the gate stands Jade, in a coat, a smirk, and his guitar over his shoulder. He walks into the village, and the clock is turned back and everything looks like it's from 1899, and everything seems that way too, even though it's just 1997 (I'm trying to fit this into a chronological order of AFI about when jade joined…anyway). Cut to a garret, circling about ninety degress, then land on Jade, as he puts his guitar against the wall and turns to the landlady who hands him the key. Jade smiles.]

Jade: (V.O.) Yes, I had come to Montmarte, ready to start a band. A band that would kick hella butt and be forever awesome. But there was one problem, I didn't know how to start a band! Luckily, an unconscious guitar player fell through my roof! He was quickly joined by a Music Producer dressed as a sing from Kiss.

[Enter Music Producer after the Unconscious Guitar Player falls through the roof.]

Music Producer: Whoa! How do you do? My name is Henri something Something blah blah blah blah blah (insert long as name here), but you can just call me Music Producer Number One!

Someone: How is he?

[Jade looks up just as three heads pop in the hole in the ceiling.]

Music Producer: Sleeping like a baby, Music Producer Number 2.

Music Producer Number Two: Oh wonderful, now that the stoned Guitar player is now unconscious, therefore the fake concert will not be ready for the financeer tomorrow!

Music Producer: I've told you before, it's not a fake concert, it's a PLAY! Something different for a change, Number Two, it's a risk! It's fun!

[Jade is all confused.]

Jade: What? Do you need a Guitar player?

Music Producer: Duh.

Jade: Hella! I can play guitar! [Jade grabs his guitar] I kick hella butt on this Guitar!

Music Producer: Wonderful! Let's go! [Cut to upstairs where everyone is now at. Jade is tuning his guitar as Number Two directs the drummer in how the number should go, and another person is working on lighting and another working on recording. Music Producer is tuning the bass.]

Number Two: Alright, now, count off, Drummer!

Drummer: [Clacks his sticks together] One-Two-Three-FOUR!

[Music starts horribly outta tune, but Jade kicks hella butt on his guitar. Everyone is speechless, the Drummer and Music Producer stop playing as Jade continues on in a kick butt solo. Jade stops.]

Jade: Why'd everyone stop? [Jade realizes everyone is gawking at him.] Why is everyone staring at me? Are my Jade-burns uneven? [Jade touches his side burns] What is it?

Music Producer: That was wonderful! [Music Producer kicks Unconscious Guitar Player up.] You're gone, this guy is our new Guitar player! [Music Producer turns to Jade] What's your name again?

Jade: Jade.

Music Producer: [Throws Unconscious Guitar Player out the window] Welcome, Jade! We're looking for new young talent to produce to make a totally kick butt band! You're the new Guitar player of the Unnamed Band of Montmarte!

Jade: Hella!

Number Two: I thought this was a play!

Music Producer: It is, but after the play, we will start a band! And it will kick butt! And Jade can be in the play!

Lighting Guy: How do we convince Adam?

Music Producer: Uuh…Davey!

Sound Dude: Davey!

Jade: Davey?

[They all look at him. Jade looks very interested. They gather in a circle leaving Jade out. Jade sites on Drummer's seat and waits for them to stop talking.]

Jade: (V.O.) They planned to dress me in Number Two's best suite, and pass me off as a famous American Guitar Player. I was to perform for Davey Havok, and he would convince Adam to have me play the Guitar player in their new Play; A Band! A Band! And also to write the Guitar tabs myself.

Music Producer: We're off to the Moulin Rouge, to see Davey! [Music Producer offers Jade a glass of Absinthe] Absinthe?

Jade: Sorry, I'm straight edge.

Music Producer: Okay, more for me! [Drinks Absinthe]

[Cut to the Moulin Rouge. Adam Carson walks out of some doors singing Zidler's Rap. And then go to five people in the crowd, Jade, Music Producer, Number Two, Lighting Guy and Sound Dude. They take a booth.]

Music Producer: Davey Havok is the star of the Moulin Rouge! He is so awesome! I can't wait for you to meet him! Remember, you're a famous American Guitar Player!

[Jade nods. Then the lights die down and everyone looks up as silver and black sparkly things fall from the ceiling then, on a swing, a man, pale as the moon, with hair dark as the night, it descending. He wears black lipstick and mascara, he has black nail polish on and a mesh shirt. His many tattoos can be seen. He has a devil's lock hairstyle, is wearing black pleather pants with black boots (non-leather). Jade is rendered speechless.]

Music Producer: It's him! The Man with A Fire Inside! Davey Havok!

Davey Havok: The French are glad to die, for love