"How was your show tonight Billy?" Asked the rock star's dad, sitting on the couch and drinking a beer.
"It was fine," said Billy as he took off his leather jacket and tossed it on a lazy boy.
It was a big house but not that big. Two stories of suburban regularity, that fit in with the rest of the upper middle class homes in the subdivision.
"Bill-eee, there's pizza in the fridge if you want," called his mom from her bedroom.
"Thanks, mom."
Billy grabbed a slice and ate it cold on his way up the stairs to his bedroom.
"Goodnight, sweetie," said his mom.
Billy mumbled a goodnight as he closed his bedroom door behind him.