You cannot really play any instrument very well so you try to rap over the art noise of the open jam going on at the Money Money club. You are somewhat naive and you have not been around much. You rap about what you know, like eating soup and watching T V. You rap about your favorite football team and how you feel about the current Paris Hilton scandal. You are doing a really crappy job of it and you are laughed off stage. You know you have failed your mission. You walk home crying. You run some hot water in the bathtub and you slash your wrists, dipping them in the water to ease the fire. You slowly bleed out and die like that.
The End