stranded on an island with weezer

island in the middle of the goddamn sun

You woke up from the concussion and rubbed your head. "Wa-wha da fuck-" You struggled to get up but managed to catch yourself. You opened the door and saw that half of the place was gone. "What. The. Fuckkkkkkkkk...." You said as you walked out and noticed torn clothing, suitcases, a small fire near a bundle of seats. Surpassingly you didn't see any bodies which was weird. Luckily, the section where you were sitting was still intact and your carry on was still in one piece. You noticed a hand poking out the first class curtain and immediately reached for a pipe on the floor. As you slowly approached the curtain, the hidden figure jumped out. "AHHH DONT HURT ME!!" he said in a high pitched scream. You dropped the pipe and stood in awe. "Holy fuck, your Rivers Cuomo!...And your alive!"
"Ah yes, it is me, Rivers Cuomo of Weezer, and indeed I am alive." He said. "What's your name?" He asked.
"Y/n..."
"Y/n? That's a pretty name." He said with a :3
"Are?? They alive??" You asked. You were the type of person that feared the thought that anything bad happened to Weezer, the four rockstars that you idolized with all your heart. "Yea, we managed to survive." he replied.
Pat and Scott then stummbled out both unharmed.
"Where are we?" Asked Patrick as he adjusted his glasses. "Clearly not LAX..." said Scott as he looked around the destroyed aircraft.
The atmosphere was a bit humid with a slight breeze, the sun was out with a few clouds in between. The air smelled of smoke and salt. "Is everyone okay???" Brian asked, panicking as he quickly walked out. "Who's this?" "It's Y/n Bri, they're the only survivor." Replied Rivers
You introduced yourself to the rest of the band.
"Looks like an island..." You said as you looked around.
The island looked just like any other island, tall trees, sand, and a lot of green. "Hmm...this reminds me of a song..." Said Pat as he looked around in amazement. "I'll go see if there's anything left inside!" Said Rivers as he skipped happily to the destroyed plane.

Luckily, all their equipment and clothing was still intact. "Damn...so what now?" Asked Pat sitting on a half burnt airplane seat. "Guess we wait until they find us..." you said looking into the far and wide ocean.