In Manhattan, a young woman struggles with the difficulties of fitting in as an aspiring solo metal act... and being a pirate.
She peg-legs around caring a single cymbal to perform at coffee shops of people wearing black turtleneck sweaters, sipping tiny cups of highly caffeinated beverages.
She wears full pirate garb as she plays the cymbal with a hook hand and metal-screams into a microphone.
( possibly tie in a lesson about orange juice preventing scurvy )