What Kind of Lead Singer Would You Be?

In a world where every band needs someone at the front. One microphone. One spotlight. One person brave enough to wear leather pants in July. This summer, from the garage that brought you three noise complaints and a broken amp, comes the story of a nobody who grabbed the mic at open mic night and refused to give it back. Rated PG for mild screaming and excessive hair flipping.

Every band has a frontperson, and every frontperson has a style. Some strut across stadium stages, one boot on the monitor, asking forty thousand people if they're ready. Some stare at their shoes and mumble lyrics so beautiful and blurry that critics write three page reviews about them. Some come with costume changes, a wind machine and choreography rehearsed down to the eyebrow. Some just jump into the crowd and yell about the rent.

Now it's your turn under the lights. Fifteen questions about soundchecks, tour buses and the perfect encore, and the credits will roll on your rock star persona. Coming soon to a dive bar near you. Earplugs not included.