After the song ends, there is much cheering.  It's a wrap.

    Nate Dogg comes over to congratulate you:

    "Yo, dat was goin' on, G.  You gonna be big.  Real big.  Jus' don' forget who gotcha started, I'ight?"

    "Wurd," you say to Nate, and you go your separate ways.

    The video scores big on MTV, and soon record contracts are being sent to your hotel room daily.

    You sign with Big-Ass Fro Records, and record an album featuring guest apparances by Nate Dogg, Coolio, Warren G, Dre, Sean "Puff Daddy" Combs, Heavy D, Snoop Doggy Dog, and newcomer Mervy Merv.

    The album sells so well you are able to start your own label, B-RAD Productions.  For your next single, you record a duet with Eazy-E from one of his unfinished recordings, called "Get Outta My Ho".

    On the internet, your fans start the Brad G In'fro'mation Network to keep track of your recordings, tour dates, and gossip about your social life.

    The fame has its dark side, however.  You are implicated in a drive-by shooting (but are later cleared of the charges when it is discovered that you were not in your van at the time of the incident -- you were under it).  But only six weeks later, Mervy Merv is gunned down in a presumed "revenge shooting" for the drive-by incident.

    In a landmark recording mixing rap with adult contemporary light rock, you team up with Warren G and Kenny G, releasing 3Gs: a Tribute to Mervy Merv.  After that, sales of your material falter, and you are not even invited to be a part of Jesse Jackson's Blackstock music celebration in Long Beach that summer.

    Eventually you drive your van back home and return to the simple life, living down in the basement at Poppy's house, scrounging for food, bonking Sandy...

    One day you call up Brendan, and you say to him, "You know, Brendan... I think I'm gonna shave my head."