The band starts doing only McFing 6 cover tunes, only with synths and electronic sounds. You love the 6 and you want to be the futurist version. Only thing is it does not work out. The rest of the band hate mutant jazz and its a battle over the direction the band shall go in. They throw you out. You are too poor to pay rent and you lose your home, then your job. You are now a street person with faded dreams in your pockets like so much lint.