<em>I've heard it called by different names<br/>All over the world, but it's all the same!<br/>There's so many ways to make love<br/>A million ways to make love<br/>A million ways, I've been thinking of<br/>Oh yeah!<br/><br/>But there's only one way!<br/>There's only one way to rock!<br/></em><br/><br/>Sammy Hagar was blaring out of the speakers in a small auditorium, empty of life except for one man up on stage in a chainmail costume with a battle-axe-like guitar, playing along to the song. Plenty of speakers and amps were on the stage itself, as well as an elaborate drumset decorated with skulls with candle imbedded in them on the front of every snare and tom. When the song had finished, Eddie went to turn off the casette player he had connected to the speakers, the top of the player itself covered with old casette tapes of rock and metal bands from the 70s and 80s.<br/><br/>Sir Shredsalot, as the stage name he went by, had spent the last month at the local Guitar Center signing autographs and handing out flyers to promising musicians to let them know he was looking to put together a new band. He was in a band before once, but they broke up after two years of being together with no explanation revealed to the public; only rumors. Eddie Sherman later wrote, recorded, and published one album as a solo artist, but then decided he would rather have a band along. So now he was here, waiting for those auditioning to join his band to show up, and he was rocking out until they arrived.