Synyster Who?

"Suit yourself you arrogant prick, I'm twenty eight." I seethed. "You can get your own amps and guitars ready. Makes my life a whole lot easier." "Do you know who you're talking to?" He asked, his face getting close to mine, his brown eyes filled with hatred. "No. And I don't give a damn who you are. You can take your arrogant, egotistical, big-haired self for a walk and calm down." I replied angrily, getting onto my tippy toes to make eye contact with his crouched body. "Ha! You got a little mouth on you, girl. I am Synyster Gates, the lead guitarist for the band." He said pridefully, as if I remembered him. "Synyster who?" I replied with an overly sarcastic tone.