One dark dark night the band is jamming when a intense cosmic storm erupts. People are mostly gathered in front of the club to watch the brilliant light show of the flashes of amazing colors. Then flaming lights start streaking down and you talk the crowd into going down into the farthest recesses of your cave club. You lock up and wait the storm out. The power goes out. In the morning when the storm has stopped you open up the doors and everyone goes outside. The ground looks baked. The sky looks wrong. You take on leadership of this group of forty odd teens and early twenty somethings. You are a natural leader.
⤓Intense solar storm by the Distance