Edgar Allen’s mom ushers you into the garage where you find him playing guitar to Evanascence’s "Going Under".  You begin to sing along.

“Hey, you’re not half bad.  You should try out for American Idol,” he says listlessly.

Not realizing he was being sarcastic, his suggestion nurtures your unrealistic dreams of becoming a star and you eventually decide to spend your entire savings on a trip to a regional American Idol audition in Atlanta.