NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Yea, I had to it's like Live-8 (the 2nd live aid), Please play your character as a band

IC:

As wars seem to be happening everyday I know there is some people in every nation likes... Music, so we decided to form a huge concert to help peace efforts throughout the world, This event will be taking place July 2nd, 2005 (Fiscal Calender) 800 EST, We only have have one band out of Palixia but need more. W'll have fireworks and 99.9% of the prfits will go to peace keeping efforts in countries, any band is invited and will last as ling as needed. Transportation for bands is handled. R>S>V>P> by June 30th

-Bill Geldom
Founder of Band Aid

The Hollywood Guns, our nations larger than life rock band (think of the original guns N' roses) will attend.

That's assuming multiple band members won't overdose on heroine or alcohol before then, and the lead singer shows up.

They have a private jet, so they'll handle their own transportation.

That's good to hear... only unless they die of overdose

The band http://www.freewebs.com/poseidonspuddle/logo.jpg will play.

(OOC: i rarely RP my country so bear with me)

we will send the Rock band "Spooty Tap" to this event

That's good to hear... only unless they die of overdose

That's not what you should worry about. There's enough drugs left in thoes boys to produce some good music.

What you should worry about is whether or not the lead singer actually shows up.

Either way, I'll add this to the "Appetite for Reconstruction" tour dates.

OOC: Whoo! Punk rock all the way-mind if I nick some clash/sex pistols/green day songs?

IC: Chris was lying back one the couch, flicking through the channels, "Shit! Boaring! Shit!" he said at each channel, dismissing it instantly. "How long to the concert?" He asked,

"Hour and a half," replied the lead voacalist, Al wood.

"Bugger. How manys goign to be there?"

"Couple thousand?"

"Anything else we could be doing?" At this point, Blade entred from his room that boarded the dressing room, "have you guys seen this?"


As wars seem to be happening everyday I know there is some people in every nation likes... Music, so we decided to form a huge concert to help peace efforts throughout the world, This event will be taking place July 2nd, 2005 (Fiscal Calender) 800 EST, We only have have one band out of Palixia but need more. W'll have fireworks and 99.9% of the prfits will go to peace keeping efforts in countries, any band is invited and will last as ling as needed. Transportation for bands is handled. R>S>V>P> by June 30th


They looked at each other, "fucking big concert, huh. Let do it"

FTE where in.

OOC: I'm going to be using some GN'R, Green Day (if no one else overly uses them,) Velvet Revolver, and Stone Temple Pilots songs.

IC:

Duff (lead singer) was sitting in his hotel room. The band had just returned after the last concert and his last round of drugs had worn off. Along with that, he'd just signed the contract to add another tour date to the schedule.

The two guitarists, Thrash and Voyace, had both gone out on the town and probably wouldn't show up for another few days. No one knew where the lead bassist, Sraid, was. And the drummer, Weild, had already passed out on the couch in the rear of the tour bus.

Converted loosely into a format that foreign computers could understand, and translated equally loosely into English by an amateur (apparently), an e-mail arrived in the inbox of Bill Geldom. The sender's e-mail address would not necessarily be visible, as they used completely different systems in the Charr nation. But a geographical location was marked on a small map image at the bottom corner of the e-mail, so it wasn't a total loss.

"We Broken Tusks! We play music good well! Of the Charr we are second-best liked, aside from some old-fashioned orchestra. Plus we sing in Charrian, so no problems with the wordies!"

The Charr that sent it might not have any interest in global events of any nature, much less global peace, but he was always interested in making more money. Publicity such as this was the only way their band could break out of the isolated Charr island-nation and become known elsewhere in the world. Whether anybody outside of the Charr Clans would like their music was a different matter, of course... but then, music wasn't particularly commercialised where he lived, so he didn't think like that very much. He simply assumed all people liked the 'art' wherever they happened to be.

OOC: Nice idea i must say, should be interesting to see all the people that show. The band that i am sending is Metal ( \M/ ) and is like Rhapsody, Sonata Arctica and Dragonforce all mixed together in one powermetal orgy.

IC:
The president had just began to pack it up for the day and get home when a local news channel flashed:
In international news a very large concert for peace and peace keeping forces is being assembled in Paxalia. It should be a large concert and raise alot of money for this cause. Bands from all over are invited and RSVP is mandatory. More on this later, but in other news a local postmen went on a shooting rampage after being left by his wife of 10 years for a women, dozens were injured as he..........

The president smiled and picked up the phone. He dialed the number of his long time friend known mostly as "Metal" Mike. He picked up in three rings;
"Hello Mike"
"Mike, its Mark jesus its been long"
"Oh shit hey....whats cooking?"
"I got a gig for ya, could spread you all around"
"For you its done"
"Great ill let you in with more details as i get them"

---Message From The President of HailandKill---
TO:Palixia
FROM: President Revello
Subject: concert

We wish to send our powermetal band Emerald Sword to this concert to represent our nation. I wish to personally attend this concert and see them live. Let us know if you will have them.

OOC: Ok... my bands basically is the later 70's without disco
Pink Floyd
Early Punk
Van Halen
Latter Led-Zeppelin
AC/DC
With hit songs like: Runnin' with the Casbah
Shine on you crazy Pet Semitary (7 Parts)
Stairway to Hell
Fool in the Eruption (Guitar Solo)

IC:Current Bands in
PEval (Palixia)
Emerald Sword (Hailandkill)
Hollywood Guns (McKagan)
Broken Tusks (The Charr)
FTE (Aust)
Poseidons Puddle (Krendakov)
Spooty Tab (Spooty)

Tickets Sold So far:25,000
money raised:50,000 Kevos
1 Kevo =5 USD

Stadium
http://www.templosdofutebol.hpg.ig.com.br/rj/Maracana.jpg

Capacity: 122,613
Build 2004
Largest Stadium in Homestar Runner
Located in Clamptown, Palixia

On the bands tour bus
Manager: Hey guys there a huge concert comin up in Clamptown it's for peace
David Lee Gilmour (Vocals/Guitar):Cool
Jimmy Strummer <half stoned> (Lead Guitar>: Yea' man for peace
Bon Bohnam (Drums): Sounds cool
Both Roger Ramone<Bass, Mandolin, Anything else> and Joey Waters<Keyboard, Studio Works, Syncronizer>:Well then let's go call this guy up

But would the band make it....

About how much time on stage will the individual bands get?

(OOC: Spooty Tab (Spooty)

lolol thats better than Spooty Tap, my band has a sudden name-change to Spooty Tab)

the "boys" were sitting in the Tour Bus (a Volkswagen Camper) a knock came at the side of the vechile "that'll be Dave the Magical Weed Fairy" no-one could remember why their manager was called the weed fairy but it had stuck Eric took his mouth off the Bong and opened the door, Dave was standing with two Goverment officials behind him "this dirty son of a bitch threw Purple Monkey sh*t over us!" it was Mr Spiff a friend of the group "hey its not my fault, you looked like a couple of Narkies looking to cause trouble" Dave was smiling "look guy's im in a hurry just give me an eighth and Dave'll tell you the rest." Sparky handed the eighth over to Spiff and then closed the door "'kay guys we gotta do a gig for Spiff up in some country somwhere!" Dave showed everyone a list of bands "hey they got us down as Spooty Tab!" The bus was now filled with laughter "oho we are like definantly using that" Sparky jumped in the front seat and the Van started to move.

Shorter then 2 hours, It's like Woodstock without all the hippies, maybe still naked women but I'm sure alot of people have no problem with that... just kidding... cept the whole less then 2 hour part and less hippies

From the Maineiacs NewsService:

BIG NEWS,MAINEIACS!

Maineiacs's legendary rock band, the Flying Lemurs, whose 1974 concert tour sparked our nation's drive for independence, is REUNITING! A spokesman for the band, which broke up in 1982, (OOC: Something between the Eagles and CS&N) said today that all five members have agreed to perform at the Band Aid concert, and are now awaiting word of acceptance. This will surely be the biggest thing that has happened to our country since independence, so the Department of Tourism has announced that 1000 free tickets to the concert, along with airfare will be provided, pending permission from the government of Palixia. Just send in a SASE to the Department of Tourism. Winners will be notified by mail.

Shorter then 2 hours, It's like Woodstock without all the hippies, maybe still naked women but I'm sure alot of people have no problem with that... just kidding... cept the whole less then 2 hour part and less hippies

So it's going to be 2 hours for one band, and then another band comes on?

Or are we going to split it up where a band plays a few song and then goes off?

Bump

OOC: can i join?

IC:

the group of friends where sitting in the park listening to their favourite bands, when a man came up to them offering them fliers.
'wow...a huge peace band aid concert!' one girl exclaimed.
'we HAVE to go' her boyfriend said, sitting next to her with his arm around her guzzling beer in the summer sun.
'Hell yeh, all those bands, the sun, the sex, its going to be the event of the year' his friend said, they all laughed.

IC:Current Bands in
PEval (Palixia)
Emerald Sword (Hailandkill)
Hollywood Guns (McKagan)
Broken Tusks (The Charr)
FTE (Aust)
Poseidons Puddle (Krendakov)
Spooty Tab (Spooty)
The Flying Lemurs (Maineiacs)

To the Flying Lemurs
From Bill Geldom

Congradulations, your in Band Aid!!!

Current Seats Sold: 75,000 and going fast

{{OOC:As in join what... your band... Just give me the name and your in [tho try to RP it]}}

TTUI would like to send their best and most love music group

Embrace

So it's going to be 2 hours for one band, and then another band comes on?

Or are we going to split it up where a band plays a few song and then goes off?

Semi- IC: Embrace is in

and it will be one two hour thing and then all the bands will do one song all together
itll be a 3 day event

and ill make orders later

the group of friends anxiously wait for their tickets to come through the post.
'Oh...my god...Brad... Embrace are going! we could maybe go with them on the flight, your brother could get us on the same flight as them...couldnt he?' Tamara asked her boyfriend Bradley Hayes.

'Yeah I am sure he could' he said smiling, pinching his girlfriends bottom.

"Dude, we should totally... like.... play this one."
"What one?"
"This band aid thing, dude. Its for charity! Think of the starving kids, man!"

Taldaan's most popular rock band, Blue Coral, were wasted. Again. In fact, at the moment, they seemed to be less of a band and more of a tangle on the floor, surrounded by bottles and very suspicious brownie crumbs. The lights were low and the bass-heavy growl of the CD player throbbed in the otherwise still afternoon. The sunlight drifted in dustily through the window, and the air smelt of a mixture of the fragrant flowers outside and alchohol.

Somehow, despite his current state, Tai Sorren, the singer, had managed to read the report in the magazine, poking his dishevelled head out through a tangle of limbs in order to get close enough to read the words.

"But, Tai dude, we got a recording session."
"Thats next week, dude."
"Oh yeah. You got any more of those brownies?"
"Nope. You ate the last one."
"Oh yeah. Hey, you want to watch a movie?"
"Dude, listen to me! Band Aid! Are we playing or not?"

There were several nods from the pile, which caused it to lose all structural integrity. Limbs flailed as they became detached, and there was a thud as Jeanette, the drummer, banged into the sofa. She sat up and rubbed her head, then smacked Tai across the head with a cushion and giggled.

"Yeah, we'll play it. We just got to write to them."

And so a letter was born...

Dear Mr Geldom musicy dude...

We are Blue Coral, Taldaan's most popular rock band, and we want to play at your concert to help save poor starving children dude stop poking me. We are...

Tai Sorren- Vocals
Josh Davids- Guitars
Ilse Guirrez- Electric Sitar
Jeanette Fleur- Drums
Kytran Oran- Bass

Please let us play! We can arrange our own transport and if you don't stop poking me I will eat you! What do you mean you set the carpet on fire?

Sincerely, Tai Sorren

Current Bands in
PEval (Palixia)
Emerald Sword (Hailandkill)
Hollywood Guns (McKagan)
Broken Tusks (The Charr)
FTE (Aust)
Poseidons Puddle (Krendakov)
Spooty Tab (Spooty)
The Flying Lemurs (Maineiacs)
Blue Coral (Taldeen)
Embrace (TTUI)

Tickets Sold: 100,000

The Hollywood Guns boarded their private jet that had just came out of a specially owned hanger at Robynson Intl. Airport in McKagan.

"Dude! Are we all like... not drunk!" the lead dummer said as he took a seat at the rear of the plane.

The lead singer walked to the rear of the plane and fell into a seat... "nuff' said" a guitar player said.

The plane took off towards the destination.

((OOC: The Hollywood Guns like to arrive in a country long before the actual concert, btw.))

Embrace boarded their flight, completely sober, along with a group of not so sober young people consisting of 4 girls and 5 guys.

the plane set off, they busily chatted about their music choices and made bets on who would get laid first.

[OOC: Mind if I form a group for this shindig?]

When they heard news of the Band Aid concert from the world feed, one of Havl's foremost musical groups Mickey Mantle Late Nite Movie decided to contact the man responsible, Bill Geldom. Unfortunately, being one of Havl's most popular bands doesn't amount to much in the rest of the world, and they were unable to get through, and when they did manage to get a call in, they were put on hold for several hours.

Finally, the four-piece group hopped on a train for Palixia in hopes of filling in for a band that failed to show.

"Where the devil is Clamptown?" asked Chris Perks, acoustic guitarist, pianist, and singer of the group.
"Somewhere in Palixia," answered Cliff Bendrix, drummer.
"No s***. We should have emailed the guy or some s*** or f***n' p***," erupted bassist Jackie Rutherford in a slew of curses.
"Just chill out, Jack. I'm digging on the rhythm of the train," explained rhythm guitarist and singer Jen Wiles.

[OOC: the group plays mellow folk rock that's quite popular in Havl and might persuade a great number of Havlians to attend the show]

the group of young people and Embrace both hopped off the train that came from the airport - one of the best-looking girls of the group had already stripped down to a bikini bra and sarong.

she saw the other group and gestured to her friend Tamara.

She walked in front of the group (Mickey Mantle Late Nite Movie) she was swaggering and really flaunting her great figure - she desperately needed the money so was trying her best to win the FIRST TO GET LAID bet

...the beautiful young woman from Embrace's brace of followers strutted in front of the members of Mickey Mantle Late Nite Movie, who were deeply involved in an argument over the validity of Band Aid's promise to donate to charity.

"Look, all I know is that promoters are the last people I would suspect of donating charity. There's got to be something in this for that Bob Seldom fellow," argued Chris Perks.
"It's Geldom, Chris, and you know it. He's the same chap responsible for 'We Be the Universe' and 'Don't They Notice It's Channukah?' and I'm sure his sole motivation is to see these groups come together to do something good," Jen Wiles countered.
"You would agree with him, wouldn't you?" snapped Chris as he stuck out his tongue.
"Listen, you're all ****s and f***n' nuts," spewed Jackie Rutherford in his usual expressive style of point/counterpoint. He was interrupted, however, by the beautiful young, scantily-clad woman as she sat on his lap.

"How about a ride, cowboy?" she mouthed seductively in Jackie's face.
"S***, you chicks are all *****n' nuts, I'm gay! I go for blokes!" Jackie bellowed as he struggled to push the woman from his lap. She remained despite his efforts.
"Ha, 'go for bloke'" Chris chuckled to himself.

Clif Bendrix, who had previously remained silent, erupted into a mushroom cloud of neorosis when he caught sight of their pretty guest.
"I'm Cliff! You probably recognize us, we're Michey Mantle...uh, Twilight Movie Show, or something, I always forget! Anyway, you probably know us from the time we played on "Spanky Pop" on channel 7 in Havl, right RIGHT?!?!"

"Uh, no..." the woman interrupted. "I'm just trying to get laid."

The rest of the group, who had continued their discussion when Cliff began his rant, stopped dead and stared at her, jaws agape.

Chris was the first to break the silence; "Puh..?"

"You guys may be rock stars or something, but I'm just trying to get some action, you dig?" the woman continued. She shifted from Jack's lap to Chris'.

"How about you? Can you party?" she asked him
"I, uh, well, we, we're kind of busy, and I, I'm in a...," he paused to shudder before he continued. "I'm in a committed relationship..."
"Hey that's ok, we can still get down, huh?" the woman asked
Chris shrugged and fought back his urge to take up her offer.
"Well how about you, girlie?" she asked Jen.
"No way, you're in this mess by yourself, sister. I don't need sex to empower myself!" Jen smiled proudly.

"Yeah, whatever....look, I'm trying to win a bet, you dig? First to get laid."
She stared at Chris.
"Well, we can give you the money or whatever...as it is, you're kind of shaking our band's formation to its core. We're not the run-n-gun type of rock band you may be used to....no offense. We're like, new...rock. We don't get laid; we get coffee after our shows with the couples and stuff..." Chris explained.

"That's crazy," the woman interjected. "You're not in it for the tail?"
Chris shook his head. "It's cliché, but we're in it for the music."
"Make an exception today, OK? It's going to be a long train ride," the woman would not be stopped.
She motioned to her friend Tamara, and the two grabbed Chris' arms and dragged him to the back of the train.
"If my girlfriend calls..." Chris yelled as they pulled him away.
"Yeah, I know; tell her that you're being double-teamed by two hot groupie chicks in the train's washroom!" answered Jen.

"Well now we know who won our 'first to get laid' bet," chuckled Cliff.
"First to get laid? I thought it was a last to get last competition!" Jackie was bewildered.
"I'll be right back, then!" he yelled as he ran towards the front of the bus.

"Where did that girl come from," asked Cliff.
"I think she came with Embrace," answered Jen
"Embrace is playing at this show?" Cliff was awestruck. "I used to have a poster of Thrash on my wall in high school!"

"Dude, you're thinking of the Hollywood Guns, dufus. Embrace had that one hit 'Squeeze my Thighs,'" Jen corrected him.
"No, I thought that was Blue Coral?" said Cliff
"No way, dude, Blue Coral was the group that did that killer rendition of 'Belgian Wood,' remember their awesome sitar player?" Jen asked.
"Oh yeah! They rock hard-core! Well, in a stoned-rock kind of way."
"They're playing at this show," Jen continued.
"Wow, I can't wait to meet them! If we get to play, that is..." Cliff said.

"Back," Jackie said as he sat next to them and zipped his fly.
"You know, it's guys like you who help create a bad stereotype about gay men being promiscuous," Jen scolded.
"Bah, I'm just one f-ing guy, not the whole f-ing world. Besides, we only kissed," he said as he continued to struggle to zip up his trousers.

The Hollywood Guns excited their plane and headed for a waiting, somewhat armored, car that was there to pick them up.

As the car sped off towards a hotel smoke came from the plane. It appeared like an engine problem, just then as the car sped off Duff yelled at Thrash. "I tried to tell you that pot at 40,000ft. wasn't a good idea! But nooo.... hey, give me some of that!"

the aptly named mule (Volkswagon Camper) was braking down every hour or so, luckily Sparky the Keyboard player was able to fix it every time it broke, "Sparky dammit how come you can play the Keyboard, settup speakers and fix the Mule?" Sparky was engrossed in the Mules engine and half covered in grease "well i think it has somthing to do with me parents, me mum was a mechanic and me dad was a technician for the Circus, he also played the Keyboard!" Meanwhile Charlie (bass) was talking to Dave "so Dave how bigs this concert? Are we talking 800 1000?" The most the Spooty Tab had played to was an audience of 1500 "more like 100,000" Dave replied "100 frikkin thousand, HEY GUYS ANY OF YOU KNOW WERE PLAYING TO 100,000?" All the band members were shocked "so how much we getting payed?" Sparky asked "nothing its for Charity" Dave was trying to stay hidden "nothing?! Dammit the biggest concert of our lives and were getting paid nothing?!" Charlie was obviously angry "well if its for charity then im in!" Sparky put his hand in "well im obviously in" Dave put his hand on Sparkies "im in!" Mike the lead put in his hand "me too!" Jimmi the Drummer fell out of the van and put in his hand "what about you Charlie?" Charlie looked still miffed "ok if you guys are in then so am I" Charlie put in his hand "great, ive fixed the Mule, let us make motion!" The band got on the Mula and it began to slowly move.

The famous folk/bluegrass/country/soul band, The Forresters will like to come.

...On his way back from his escapades in the train's restroom, Mickey Mantle Late Nite Movie singer Chris Perks' head was in a daze. The two Embrace groupies (or members, he wasn't sure) had dragged him in kicking and screamed and didn't stop until he was completely drained of energy (which didn't take too long ;)), and his head was swimming.

For some reason, he had given them his wallet, and most of the clothing he was wearing was put on backwards in an embarrassed shuffle in the bathroom when all was said and done. At that moment, the last thing on his mind was his band and the concert.

"Chris Parks, from Mickey Mantle Home Run Derby?" asked an unseen stranger.
Chris struggled with where to start.
"Actually, it's Perks, and Late Nite Movie, not...whatever you just said," he countered.
"Alright, whatever, can we do a quick interview for the world feed?" the stranger, a woman, asked.
Chris sighed. "Yeah, sure."

He turned and looked at his interviewer, a pretty woman of asian heritage wearing a tan business suit that somehow looked both stylish and completely unique despite being an industry standard. "I know her," he thought to himself. "She's..."
"I'm J.A. Yu," she introduced herself.
"Yeah, I know," Chris replied. "I read your column." He worried that the last remark sounded rude. "I mean, I enjoy reading your column." He smiled and wondered if she somehow tell that he had just had awkward sex with two strangers.

"I'm doing a piece about Band Aid, as you probably know, and I'm trying to find out why the bands are playing a free show and why Geldom is giving the proceeds to charity. Mind if I pick your brain," she asked.
"Shoot," Chris answered. He couldn't stop thinking about how she had messed up his band's name. She was one of the foremost authorities on popular music; if she didn't know his band, then nobody did. He consoled himself with the fact that she had at least recognized him.

"Why exactly are MMLNM playing Band Aid," she asked.
"I'm not sure. I've never heard of them."
She gave him a scowl. "I'm talking about your band."
"Oh, right," he visibly shrank. "Well, we were interested in the international crowd and the notion of charity. This is a rare opportunity for us. Although we haven't exactly been invited..." Chris trailed off.

"I'll talk to Bill. He'll probably put you guys on first since you're so mellow."
"Wow, that would be great, thank you," Chris was genuinely surprised.
"OK, I have about enough from you about Band Aid as I need...may I ask some other questions for a future piece about your band?" she asked.
"Uh, yes, of course," Chris was happy, although he normally hated interviews.
"There's the basic stuff, of course; who are your influences?"
"Well, that's tough. Nirvana, Huey Lewis & the News, Spinal Tap, and Beethoven," Chris answered.
"Which one song do you wish you had written?"
"'Happy Birthday to You'," he smiled. "That song gets so many royalties every year"
"What would you say motivates your band most?" she asked.
Chris felt ridiculous after his last answer. "Well, not money, really. Just a genuine need to create something new and release it to the world." Inside, Chris was kicking himself. 'What a lame answer,' he thought to himself.

"Is that why your band relies so heavily on cover songs from other groups?" she asked pointedly.
'She's trying to take the mick out of me,' he thought.
"Actually, we've only covered two songs, officially. The first is 'Buddy Holly,' by Weezer, which was for a soundtrack. The other was the Havl national anthem, which we played as a protest during the WeatherGate scandal a few years back. We have two albums full of original stuff, so I'm not entirely sure what you are getting at." Chris was steaming mad. What was she doing this for?

"Well, that's about all I need from you. Care for a drink?" she asked.
'What is up with this woman,' he thought. "It's only noon," he answered.
"It's 5:00 somewhere," she replied. "Is that a no then?" she asked.
"No, I'll have a drink with you. It's a long ride to Palixia, afterall."
"Sounds like a song title," she said as they walked to the dining car.
"By the way, if you know of any other bands on this train or who will be at the show, let me know; I'm looking to interview and get to know all of the bands on this tour," she added.

it was late night and all the guys were stoned, Sparky was driving, he woke the guys in the back "hey guys, where exactly is it were going?" Charlie awoke first "Palaxia!" "right and has anyone got a map?" All the guys started moving looking around for a map "wait ive got one!" Dave handed Sparky the Map "k! so were here, and palaxia is here, so weve got to go, oh wait whats this?" Sparky pointed to a large brown patch "oh thats were i spilt Bong water!" Charlie told him "ok, so, hey wait this is just a napkin!" The Napkin flapped about "maybe it has directions written on it?" Dave asked "no its just a big circle called Spooty and another smaller circle called Palaxia with a line between the 2" the group muttered under their breath "idiot, just follow the line!" Dave shouted out "ok then Palaxia here we come!"

Tamara and her friend had enjoyed the little romp and had gone back to thr boys who were sitting chatting to Embrace.

'that was so cool' Tamaras friend said, a huge grin across her face.

'I really like him' she added blushing.

'you have no chance, hes famous,your just a gorgeaus hippy with no job' Tamara laughed.

Embrace walked up and down the train talking to various other groups performing at the concert.

The five members of Blue Coral disembarked from the plane surpisingly soberly. It was a small Taldaani Aeronautics vehicle, but it had enough room for them and their kit. They had pooled their money for it after collecting the proceeds of their latest album, and it was coming in very useful.

They had spent the journey talking, laughing, having airborne jam sessions in the stripped-out passenger compartment, and buzzing the occasional passenger jet. It had been a fun journey, although the Air Traffic Control man seemed to have been very upset at them. He had practically burst into tears when they asked for permission to land.

The holding pattern had been... interesting. Jeanette, the only band member who knew how to fly the plane, was also the most impatient. The result was a near-vertical dive down the centre of the spiral, then a bone-breaking deccelaration and a nerve-wracking landing. After staggering around for a little while, and copious use of the airline sick bags, they managed to tackle the ladder.

And so they found themselves in the middle of a crowd of people, looking around and very lost. Due to their state at the time when they sent the entry off, they had not made any arrangements for hotels, so they would either have to find something quickly or sleep rough. And they also had no idea of where the hell they were. They knew it was the right country and city due to the Band Aid posters everywhere, but they didn't know which bit was which.

Not only this, but they seemed to have attracted some groupies. Tai supposed that they must actually have some fans after all: he had always had a theory that actually it was family and friends buying several million CDs between them and then destroying them. However, his train of thought was interrupted by three of them grabbing him and pulling in opposite directions. There was a thud as Kytran smacked one of them over the head with his bass, but if anything it made her grip harder. He tried to shake her off to free himself, but it was no use. He collapsed under the combined weight and rolled across the floor in a doomed attempt at freedom. By now the other band members were also under attack, a baying mob trying to steal them and carry them off to their poster-walled lairs. They tried to fight them off; Ilse was a blur of kicks and punches, and Kytran was wielding his bass like an axe; but it was no use.

Finally the airport security people had to break up the melee, dragging screaming groupies from unconcious rockers. This trip had really not started well.

OOC: these arent my groupies are they? shouldnt think so....they are all sitting talking to embrace being nice and calm - except for the two girls who are giggling and commenting on things and nearby people.

OOC: these arent my groupies are they? shouldnt think so....they are all sitting talking to embrace being nice and calm - except for the two girls who are giggling and commenting on things and nearby people.

ooc: No, they're different groupies.

we r proud to send one of the finest, loudest, funk, punk, rock, with some heavy tango, etc. band -including 10 dancers.

KiSs mY aSs (the band) will be there. :cool:

OOC: phew! could my groupies meet your band? they are nice enough - but keep an eye out for Tamara & her friend, Kimo.

OOC: phew! could my groupies meet your band? they are nice enough - but keep an eye out for Tamara & her friend, Kimo.

ooc: Yeah, go ahead. Blue Coral may well go crazy again if they get mobbed, though.

Jen Wiles, vocalist and guitar player for Mickey Mantle Late Nite Movie, decided to try to contact Bill Geldom again via a computer terminal on the train to the Homestar Runner region.

"I hope this gets through to him," she muttered under her breath.

"To:bgeldom@palixia.net
From:mmlnmband@harleston.edu
Subject: Band Aid

Dear Mr. Geldom-
This is Jennifer Wiles from the band Mickey Mantle Late Nite Movie from Havl. We have previously attempted to contact you, but your connects are all understandably busy. I am writing on behalf of our band to say that we would be proud to play at Band Aid, especially because we are fans of your previous work.

However, I do have a few technical questions;
1) You noted that 99% of the profits will go to peace keeping efforts. To which nations will this money be donated?
2) We would like to sell merchandise at show. Would we be allowed to keep the profits from these sales?
3) We are expected to bring our own instruments and supplies. I assume that you will have a PA system at the venue, including microphones, speakers, and monitor speakers for the musicians. However, will you be providing a piano, and if so, will it be in tune?
4) Finally, are the power outlets EU or standard?

Thank you very much for establishing this unique experience.
Jennifer Wiles, HRVN
Havl Navy (Ret.)"

She grimaced as she "signed" the email. "Why did I ever join the navy?" she asked herself.

OOC: mobbed....no....they wont

IC:
Kimo (http://archives.cnn.com/1999/SHOWBIZ/Music/12/27/combs.lopez.04/link.lopez.jpg) saw another group who looked slightly bewildered and angry, they looked hot also - she left Tamara and went over and realised they were Blue Coral, she was excited.

'Hi guys....I am with Embrace, nice to see some more guys - we all seem to have got on the same train!' she said smiling sitting down next to one of the members, her eyes bright blue and deep, her skin bronze, her hair different shades of blond and brown.
'you look hot...you want some water?' she asked, offering her bottle to them.
'you got attacked by groupies eh? well I dont do that kinda thing, i just like to party' she said smiling.

"Tai, put your goddamn tongue back in your mouth and talk to her!"
"Oh.. right... talk...."

He had been surprised by Kimo's sudden appearance, and his reaction was at least a little tactless.

"Um... hi. Thanks, but I brought my own."

He patted the bottle in his pocket, then wished fervently that he hadn't. He wasn't sure of this country's policies.

"You like to party too, huh? Cool. Hang on... did you say that Embrace are here?"

'oh...ok' she said smiling, her legs still aching from her romp earlier

'yeah, my friends over there....'she said pointing to the group and Embrace, who waved back.

'...we are with them' she continued softly, she smelt strongly of summery flowers and her teeth were beautifully white.

OOC: Having just noticed this one... :rolleyes: the band "Coven Guard" will be showing up to perform. I'll be adding the IC later.

"Dude. We played a festival with them once, I think... its all kind of blurry."
"Yeah, we did. Remember? You fell off the stage onto a fat guy."
"Oh yeah! That was sweet!"

Turning back to Kimo, he said:
"You are going to the festival, right? Maybe you could hang out with us after our set. Its always good fun, we get loads of..."

Jeanette slapped him across the back of the head.

"Tai, we don't know anything about this place. This is no time to talk about your drug habits! It could get you arrested! Again! Remember last time? Remember how much you hated it? Remember how you almost got killed when you tried to pick up the soap in the showers?"

Tai nodded dumbly, his eyes haunted with the recollection of that particular event.

"Well, if you don't want that to happen, keep your mouth shut about your stash."

He nodded, then turned back to Kimo.

"That sound alright?"

'that sounds good' she said smiling, shifting closer to Tai.

'I would like that alot' she said more quieter this time, looking at how cute he was, Tamara would be deadly jealous.

Tai smiled back, although he was a little nervous. When she moved closer he looked right into her eyes, then said
"Well, I'll see you there. Oh yeah, do you know anywhere to stay here? We kind of... forgot to make any arrangements."

'we have rented a huuuuuge caravan' she said, gesturing with her hands.

'but...I think Embrace are staying at the Hilton' she said smiling, moving away.

'you can always come and share our caravan, theres 5 of us and its a 10 man thing' she said, getting up and going to make her way back to Tamara & co.

"Tai, don't do anything reckless. You don't know any of these people. Remember what happened last time you went off with strangers? We found you on the altar, remember? With the handcuffs?"
"Jeanette, since when were you the voice of reason?"
"Since Tai started drooling over other bands groupies."

Josh's distraction had given Tai just enough time to agree to the caravan idea.

"You sure thats alright? 'Cause, like, we'd have to jam and stuff and we wouldn't want to be any trouble."

'I would love it' she whispered softly in his ear, she got up but forgot her water, she dropped a piece of paper with her number on, she went and sat back with her friends, smiling cutely occasionally over to him.

The Caravan/Mobile Home (http://www.nbcs.org.uk/caravan-big.jpg)

Tai picked up the piece of paper and turned it over, noticing the sequence of figures. Dragging Ilse over to one side and behind a conveniently placed and extremely large potted plant, he began to talk urgently.

"Ilse, you're clever, you can help me with this! She left me some sort of message, but its in code and I can't decipher it! You've got to help me, dude!"
"Tai, you dumbass, thats her phone number!"

She smacked him over the head. He blinked, then walked out from behind the plant again. Noticing that she was smiling at him, he smiled back. Then he saw her water lying on the seat next to him. Picking it up, he walked over.

"Hi. You forgot this."

He passed her the bottle, making sure that his hand brushed against hers as he did so.

'thanks' she said cooly, her fragrance was like an aura around her, she had tied her beautiful long hair back, she shivered slightly as their hands touched.

'guys...this is Tai, his band are gonna share our mobile for the three days' Kimo said.

'oh fantastic...hi there!' Brad said, getting up and shaking his hand, he looked enthusiastic and slightly merry.

The train then stopped at the right stop and they all bundled off the train.

Kimo was anxiously looking around for Tai as her luggage was a few carriages down, there were thousands of people all over the place, she couldnt find him, she was starting to get worried.

Kimo really didn't have to worry about not being able to find Tai. He was with the rest of Blue Coral, and people seemed to be giving them a wide berth. It was probably something to do with the large, menacing water pistol that Ilse was carrying. She was randomly attacking passers-by with it, hosing them down with jets of water, ruining newspapers, dampening clothes, and generally annoying everyone.

Tai, seeing Kimo, waved furiously, jumping up and down in case she hadn't got the message.

As Bill Geldom went to his emails he saw this 456 new emails...
"Holy Shit!"
So he posted this
"Everyband in post you name
Mickey Mantle Late Nite Movie is accepted and any others I havent read

she saw him and smiled, she ran over and hugged him
'thought i was all alone, the others went for coffee, i cant stand it' she said.
she was then targetted by a water pistol, her red lace bra showing through her white strap top.

[OOC:
"...its in code and I can't decpipher it! You've got to help me, dude!"
"Tai, you dumbass, thats her phone number!"

Simply hilarious :D ]

The Forresters will play and so will Kiss my Ass

Kiss my ass,
Biil Geldof

Tai hugged back, enjoying the feel of her against him. Then, as they broke away, he felt the spray as the water pistol went off, soaking her top. He looked, of course, though he tried not to be too obvious.

"They left you here on your own? Don't worry, I'll take care of you."

He accented the words deliberately, trying to carry across more meaning. Unfortunately, it also meant that the others heard. They tried to keep the laughter quiet, ending up staggering into a nearby ticket office. They all liked Tai really, and they didn't want him to know that they were laughing at him. Plus it was probably a good idea to leave them alone.

'I havent upset your friends have I?' she asked.

'why are they laughing' she asked.

'jeez i'm cold' she said hugging herself.

The money will go towards the UN Peacekeeping efforts

Money made:$5,025,000 USD

Money towards peace 50,757,575

Money for band$: 50,250

Tickets sold: Sold out: 122,919

Pecent of Stadium filled - 105%

Bands: After I get to it

"I'm not sure why they're laughing. Do you want to go inside? I can get you a coffee or something if you want."

Then, realising something he could do, he passed her his coat.

'thanks' she said, putting it on.

'.............I don't like coffee' she said quietly.

'could i have an Archers?' she asked, slipping her hand into his.

The members of Mickey Mantle Late Nite Movie were groing tired of the long train ride.

"How far away is Palixia, anyhow?" Cliff asked.
"All I know is we ain't f***n' there yet," said Jack.
Jen returned from the computer terminal.
"Have you guys seen Chris?" she asked.
"Not since those groupies dragged him off," Cliff answered.
Jen shrugged but and had a seat.

She grabbed a glowing pen from her luggage and began to pen an initial set list. Cliff was enthralled by the glow of the pen.
"Jen, I am your father!" he tried to impersonate Darth Vader.
"Knock it off, she said. Should we start with 'The Getaway'?" she asked herself.
"Give me your light-sword, jedi!" Cliff poked her.
"That's it Cliff, you dufus..." Jen said before she lept on him
They punched at each other furiously before Cliff finally snagged the pen. Jen socked him in the eye.
"Keep the pen. I hope it makes you feel better about your black eye in the morning," she snickered.
"Thanks a lot," Cliff answered sarcastically.

Chris slipped into the berth. "Hey guys."
The group collectively hooted and hollared. Cliff rose and clapped.
"How was the pissroom," Jack asked.
"Don't ask," Chris replied.
"Seriously, you couldn't have been gone that lone," Jen noted. "I know you better than that," she added.
"I ran into a reporter, and she asked me a ton of questions and wanted to go out for a drink..."
"Who was it?" Cliff asked.
"J.A. Yu," Chris replied.
The group collectively made sounds of awe.
"Yeah, it was pretty OK." Chris noted.
"I bet you told her something stupid," said Jen. "You always do."
"I did alright for myself. I thought she was even kind of into me before the guys from Blue Coral showed up..."

"BLUE CORAL?!" Cliff interrupted him.
"Yeah, they're on the train, somehow. I've been trying to find the sitar player, but they seemed really flustered when they came onboard at the last stop," said Chris.
"WE HAVE TO FIND THEM!" Cliff yelled.
"We'll be spending all bloody week with them, mate," Jack tried to calm him.
"You couldn't even remember what songs they played a while ago," Jen added.
"YEAH BUT THEY'RE STILL MY FAVORITE BAND EVER!!" Cliff yelled.
Chris picked the light pen off the ground and handed it to Cliff. Cliff immediately began to click the pen on and off over the course of the next few hours in absolute bliss.

"I'm going to go find that sitar player, guys. Anyone want to come with?" Chris asked.
"Nah," Jen said. "I have to work out a set list, if you want to help..."
"See you guys later," said Chris as he stepped out.

"I think her name's Ilse..." Chris said to himself. "We'll see."

Bump

OOC: heres what Kimo looks like at present CLICK ME (http://cornerofalicia.330.ca/pictures/misc1/029.jpg)

He grasped her hand firmly but gently, enjoying the warmth for a second before replying.

"Sure, I can get you an Archers."

They walked into the cafe together, and he ordered an Archers for her and a coffee for himself, then took her over to a table by the window.

_____________________________

Meanwhile, the others were exploring. The water pistol had been put away after it had run out of water, and they were rapidly getting bored.

"I wish Tai would hurry up. I always get nervous when hes away this long."
"Oh, he's probably just locked himself into a cupboard. Again. Either that or he's hiding."

The shudder seemed to pass along the line like a breeze. Tai was nice, and an excellent musician, he was just so... annoying. He didn't do it deliberately, he just seemed to attract trouble everywhere he went. Even now he was probably hanging by his ankles.

'so...tell me more about yourself' she said smiling, sliding a cold smooth leg up his as they sat.

Smoke plumed out of the Mule once more, this time it was followed by a loud bang, "oh guys, i think the Mule is dead!" Sparky was right, after much working Sparky gave up, "what are we gonna do Dave?" Dave thought for a while and then stuck his thumb out into the road.

(OOC: someone could pick me up leading to some craaaazy adventures, if not they'll walk to paxilia)

PEval (Palixia)
Emerald Sword (Hailandkill)
Hollywood Guns (McKagan)
Broken Tusks (The Charr)
FTE (Aust)
Poseidons Puddle (Krendakov)
Spooty Tab (Spooty)
The Flying Lemurs (Maineiacs)
Blue Coral (Taldeen)
Embrace (TTUI)
Mickey Mantle Late Night Movie (Havl))
The Forrsters (Brydog)
KiSs mY aSs (Responsibilites)
Coven Guard (Vastiva)


Larger Stadium Bulit - Located in Nothern Palixian about 20 minutes away from Clamptown
150,025 seat capacity

"To:bgeldom@palixia.net
From:mmlnmband@harleston.edu
Subject: Re: Band Aid

Dear Mickey Mantles Late Night Movie,
I appologize for the latness but I have not checked my inbox due to the buisness of Band Aid. I have an anwser for all of your qustions.

1.) It won't go to any specific country but to the United Nations to help them with the peacekeeping efforts so it will help any war.
2.) Yes you may keep all merchandise
3.) Yes we have pianos, grand, electric, keyboard, harpischord or whatever
4.) Normal style

Sorry for the inconvience.

Sinceraly,
Bill Geldom

Meanwhile PEval was leaving there latest concert and an interviewer came up and asked them "PEval why are you going to Band Aid"
Lead singer Gilmour replied" Because we love helping people.
Groupies all said "We love helping people to <SIGHS>"
Two groupies who happened to be twins came out of the crowd "'WE LOVE YOU Jimmy [Gilmoure] We'll give you pleasure.... My names Sabrina and her names Serenity"

"Oh.... Sound good" and they disappeared for the night http://uk.msnusers.com/_Secure/0SgAWA5kWjFuIzZtJoAq8JaaKsncawudQM1OD9igm70dU!4miAgqPM07kYKZfGRpTcJtK1nI90emMWCM6FwWBBs2JnvcTo9dDS3N y95MaEQAWb0ouH3lsFA/smg%20twins.jpgCurrent picture of the two twins

The following morning Gilmoure looked very eased and had no worries... The tabloids reported that Gilmoure was going to marry both of them because it became legal yesterday in Palixia. He also apparently has a fantasy of having a clone to please them both so he did because Palixia has found the technology to do so. The wedding is set right after Band Aid and everyone is invited

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I will send Bad Air. They make me proud.

--Saul Hudson, Emperor of Freudotopia

*Bad Air:

Kinda like a big ol' mix of GNR, AC/DC, Ozzy, Led Zep, Van Halen, Cream, Sabbath, Vai, Velvet Revolver, and Who knows what else?

Get it? WHO knows what else? As in the Who? I crack myself up.

Seriously, though. Bad Air is on the plane.

The Hollywood Gun's haven't had time to decide what songs their going to play, but it'll most likey be stuff off of the original GNR Album, Velvet Revolver, GN'R Lies, and the new Green Day CD.

As well as a few songs from the upcomming "Chinese Democracy" album by GNR.

Chester "Chaz" McDermott, lead guitarist and vocalist of the Flying Lemurs (and older brother of current Maineiacs president Anderson McDerrott) sits in the foyer of Maineiacs Records nervously smoking a cigarette.
"Where are they?" he asks aloud to no one in particular. For about the 100th time, he wonders if this concert was really such a good idea. After all, they hadn't seen or spoken to each other in over 20 years.
"DUDE!" yells a man aproaching him.
Chaz smiles. "hey Billy Boy"
"Man, who'd have thought it? Been a long time, eh?" say Bill Thomas, the band's bassist.
"That it has, Billy. Have you seen the others?"
"Well, Joe and Frank I ran into yesterday. They'll be here."
"What about Dinky?"
"Well, that's a problem."
"Don't tell me he's getting cold feet?"
"No, or at leat, I don't think so" said Bill. "thing is, no one's seen him."
"What do you mean, 'no one's seen him'?"
"Well, you know Dinky, last word I had was that he was seen at a night club in Maineiac City's East side, so my guess is he's sleeping it off somewhere."
Chaz snorted -- Dinky, band's drummer, had been "sleeping off" one thing or another for the last 30 years.
He wondered again if this was a good idea.

*Soviet troops arive*

Soldier1: Sir, its a rock concert
Commander: I know
Soldier2: Should we take them out?
Commander: Let me phone the boss.

OOC:

LOL!! PREPARE TO DIE YOU F***ING HIPPIES!

XD

(OOC:
1. Hippies are part communist
2. This is a concert for Peace man
3. its in Palaxia so you'll have to fight him to get to us first

EDIT: I am Spooty Tab)

Walking into an area filled with high rockstars and trying to kill them isn't the smartest thing you could do.

They call them 'The Hollywood Guns' for a reason!

ooc: LoL I know, it was just funny. I forgot a vital part in my post.

CORRECTION:


Soviet troops dressed as band members arrive.**

Soldier1: Whoa, dude these peeps are totally rock-a-rific.
(translation into millitary speak: Hey, these civilians are obviously planning something)
Soldier2: *flips hair* Yeah man, should we show them to some good sh*t or not?
(Translation: Roger that. Commander, are we to take them out?)
Commander: HOLD THE PHONES! Let me give me agent a little ring-ring!
(Translation: Hold on, let me call the general.)

**LATER**

Soldier1: ... GOD DAMNIT! I HATE WAITING!
Commander: (whispering/yelling) Shut the f*ck up, private, you'll blow our cover!
Soldier1: I dont care.
*soldier1 unholsters an M9 berretta and shoots into the air*
Soldier1: (yelling) Ok, tell me what is going on here!

**The commander and second soldier quickly dissapear into the crowd, making sure not to blow their cover**

You do know that if you shoot at The Hollywood Guns, Duff is gonna do a crowd dive and whoop your whole armies ass?

You do know that if you shoot at The Hollywood Guns, Duff is gonna do a crowd dive and whoop your whole armies ass?

1st of all, there are 3 people there, and the 2 others dissapeared into the crowd
2nd of all, way to god-mode!
3rd of all, he has a gun. Try again

(OOC: oki
first off, exactly 3 people, in a crowd of Rockstars and roadies, not to mention whtever security is being supplied by Palaxia, clever
second off, ive checked it five times i cant see were he's godmodded, a little help please
third off, he has a gun big whoop, try telling that to a rockstar and see if they dont crowd dive you

The Forresters arrive, the 12 person band, who is a entire family of musicians. They head to their hotel. In the lobby, they start playing "Eastbound and Down"(The theme From Smokey and the Bandit).

**Soldier one starts shooting people**

Soldier1: F***ING HIPPIES! YEE-HAW!

(OOC: F***ING HIPPIES! YEE-HAW!
YEE HAW? so now the're Soviet Rednecks? If it wernt for the fact that my guys are hitch-hiking then they'd be setting little Red Monkeys on your ass)

as it so happened the band was infact 2 miles from the concert, unfortunantly none of the members were intelligent to realise this and were still walking backwards attempting to hitch a lift

A propeller driven plane, which had seen better days, swooped down low over a road, causing cars to veer off to the side and screech their tyres to avoid the low-flying passenger craft. It lifted up slightly, just enough to clear a fence, and then slammed its wheels down hard on the airport runway.

Once the plane came to a halt, three Charr leaped out of it, one by one. Blade, Thorn, and Raptor were the closest translations of the names they'd given themselves. In the Charr nation they were outcasts, for going against millennia of customs and traditions. They could only play in secret, away from the prying eyes of the clans. Despite this, they were the second-most popular band in the land, and as such the clans probably let them off the hook from time-to-time.

All three of them had served in the Charr armies at one point in their lives, before being outcast from Charr society. As such they were all bulky. Charr were normally significantly larger than humans in most departments, but soldiers were even bulkier still. They also had their share of old wounds. Blade was the most war-torn of the three. His fur was burned and ripped away from his body in numerous places, leaving scars and burn marks. His black nose was scarred also, and he'd lost several of his huge teeth. It was apt that he was leader of a band called 'Broken Tusks' really. All three of them had surprisingly dark fur compared to other Charr, but Blade's fur was jet-black. Whether it was naturally this colour, dyed, or something which happened to them in wars, was anybody's guess. Usually Charr were a lighter brown in colour. There were different castes naturally, but none so dark as these.

They'd 'borrowed' the relatively new translator necklaces recently developed by the United Clans, so that they could communicate with humans while they were here. The Charr had only just come into contact with a world outside of their native land of Tyria quite recently, and as such they had no idea how to speak the language of the humans. Given how different their species were, it seemed unlikely they would ever learn. Humans in Tyria had been taught to understand the Charr, but they couldn't replicate the language for themselves. It was the same with the Charr -- they understood the human gibberish, but they had great difficulty mimicking human sounds. The translator necklaces did a good job of audibly translating Charr into English (and any other language, provided it was programmed to do so), but it was slower than normal speech.

Despite this, they were loud enough on their own. They stomped through the airport, shouting and roaring at each other and those around them merrily, and took three separate taxis (they were too large to share) to the place they were supposed to be. Upon arrival, Blade found the first human he could with any sort of 'authority' look to him, and stepped right up to him.

"We Broken Tusks!" Blade growled through his translator necklace as he looked down at the human. "We here to play music!"

(OOC:
YEE HAW? so now the're Soviet Rednecks? If it wernt for the fact that my guys are hitch-hiking then they'd be setting little Red Monkeys on your ass)

as it so happened the band was infact 2 miles from the concert, unfortunantly none of the members were intelligent to realise this and were still walking backwards attempting to hitch a lift

(OOC: He said "Yee-haw" because its ironic, hippies hate those stereotypic rednecks and think they all need to die when they are all being shot by one!)

The soldier says "Yeah thats right," as he reloads his M9 Berretta. "Who's your daddy now?" As he levels his sights on one of the band members on the stage, a shot is fired. But he didnt shoot it, somebody shot him. The rest of the soviets met back outside of the concert and left, with soldier2's pistol still smoking.

Tai put a hand on hers, then began to talk.

"Well, you seem to know who I am already. There isn't much to tell really. I tour with the band a lot, record a CD every now and then, and jam loads. Other than that... well, loads of stuff really. Theres a lot to do in Taldaan. How about you?"

OOC: I seem to forgotten to send my band. I also think i will pay homage to the best instrumentalist of all time by making them in my band...except singer and guitarist wise. It my way of paying homage to the metal greats.

IC:
Waking up from a long nite of playing and partying, the lead singer of Emerald Sword, looked at the clock.
"Jesus Christ guys dont we have a huge gig in like...soon?" he said.
"Ugh, maybe....i think" Said "Metal" Mike
"Hey guys wheres my pants?" Yelled bassist Joey DeMaio
"Stop yelling!" Yelled Mike
"OH MY F***IN HEAD" Yelled Jon Scaeffer, rythym guitarist
"STOP YELLING" Yelled Mike
"Stop killing me buzz! OH me head" said Drummer Richard Christy
"Jesus christ, why are my pants on the lamp?"

----After and hour of bickering and stumbling---

The band Emerald Sword has just boarded their plane to Palaxia to play the concert for peace. It is rumored that excess amounts of alcohol is in the cargo bay.
-Exerpt from News-

Tai put a hand on hers, then began to talk.

"Well, you seem to know who I am already. There isn't much to tell really. I tour with the band a lot, record a CD every now and then, and jam loads. Other than that... well, loads of stuff really. Theres a lot to do in Taldaan. How about you?"

'well, I am from Tres Bonne, I am a part of a group that have supporte Embrace from the beginning' she said smiling, her head tilted to one side, she shivered as he hand touched hers.

'I am not keeping you am i?' she asked, elegantly sipping her Archers, she applied some pink sparkly lipgloss and looked out at the people walking up and down catching their trains

OOC:
I think its safe to assume i landed....

IC:
"Holy cripes were here already?" Said Mike
"Already it was like a 9 hour flight!" stated Joey
"Hmm, we didnt forget anything right?"
"Nope, except Matt is still asleep" Said Rich
"What a bum, wake his ass up and lets get offa this plane!"

The band exited the plane, most of them hungover and tired.
"So uh...where do we go now?"

"No, its fine. I've got plenty of time, and I'm sure the others will find something to do."

He took a mouthful of coffee and swallowed it.

"We'll have plenty of time for whatever you want to do."

'I don't mind, I have only just got here, I dont know my way around' she said slightly flustered.

'sorry, if,i'm just a little distant, i havent been away much from home, and I am not very popular with the men back home' she said looking down and a little tear fell into her archers glass.

OOC:
Does anyone know where the bands are actually supposed to be staying pre-concert?

Not knowing what to say, Tai put an arm around her and pulled her close.

"You aren't? I don't see why not. Hey, I like you already."

He stroked her face with his free hand, trying to comfort her.

she smiled back, snuggling close to him

'you do?' she asked.

'I'm not popular because i dont just jump into bed with random guys, i actually want something proper' she said rubbing his leg with her hand, she planted a small kiss on his cheek.

the group of five had reached a large building "BAND AID" Sparky read of the banner "k, lets ask for directions." They had thrown away the napkin map and were now following there instincts.

Is it to late for suprise band the squishimilatiors from Bob comics (www.bob-comics.com) to show up at the show

"Yeah, I do."

He snuggled back against her, enjoying it for a second before he kept talking.

"You want something proper? Thats a new one: most girls who like me are just random groupie chicks who want to tell their they slept with me. They ended up disappointed. But yeah, I want something proper as well."

Judging that the time was right, he kissed her.

OOC: taldaan?

OOC: taldaan?

ooc: Yeah?

OOC; sorry

IC:
'i doubt its a disappointing experience' she whispered softly in his ear, after he kissed her, she was so excited and she was tingling all over.

' are you sure you really wanna share our caravan, the other groupies fart and burp alot' she said giggling softly.

He laughed at that, a genuinely amused sound that turned a few heads from the other tables.

"It'll be worth it with you there."

she blushed and turned her head away.

'could I...snuggle in with you, i dont sleep well on my own in strange places' she said, pushing some beautiful soft hair behind her golden ears.

"Yeah, why not? I hear it gets cold out here, and it could be fun."

'i'm surprised you even want to share a bed with me - no sex ok, well....i dont mind, but...you need rest, its been a long journey, you need to be on top form for your performance' she said, turning to face him, she indulged in a long passionate kiss with him.

As 6 girls leave the hotel, The Hollywood Guns lay passed out from an unknown substance.

Probably high amounts of several "less than great" drugs, though.

He kissed her, tingling all over as he did so.

"Hang on... when did I say no sex? If you want to..."

'i thought you were looking for more than a one night stand?' she said, frowning slightly.

'if we are like....meant to be...or whatever....then we should be able to go one night without sex' she said, holding his cheek in her hand, rubbing it softly with her thumb

He smiled again. He seemed to be doing it a lot.

"I know. I just thought you sounded a bit disappointed. And I am looking for more than a one night stand."

He traced his fingers along her cheekbone gently, then down the side of her neck.

(OOC: ugh! enough of the romance, its time to PARTY! The Spooty Tab boys have arrived)

Spooty Tab had indeed made it to the stadium and were now searching for Bill Geldom, they had tried everything, first they decided to get stoned and pretend they were Bill to see where they might hide, but after that everything became a blur

OOC: im off now,,,, will post tommorrow

The semi-high Hollywood Guns were finally out of their hotel for the first time since arriving in the country. They'd damaged their plane, but it was being taken care of.

"Hey man... why don't we like... get a car?" Voyace asked as Duff and Thrash lead the pack down the street. "Ok, there's a parking lot on down this street. We'll go pick one out." Thrash responded as he walked into a light pole.

"But dude like, we can't steal a car!" Voyace said, after pulling himself out of an uncovered manhole. "The hell we can't!" Duff said after knocking an old woman into a store window while passing her.

A few moments passed and they arrived at a large parking garage. "The best cars are always on top!" the dummer said while they climed up the rambs

After a few minutes they reached the top floor, where the only vehicle was a mini cooper. Everyone started to walk back down, but Duff. He stood staring at the car. "We've found transportation!" he yelled while kicking the window out.

An alarm went off.

"Dude... like... TURN THAT THING OFF!" one of the other band members yelled over the blaring. "Oh let me see it" finally Thrash said while tearing the alarm system out and throwing it from the garage to the streets below where he heard a scream.

"RUN!" Duff screamed while jumping into the drivers seet. The other band members jumped in.

A few moments later the mini cooper was driving down a packed street crossing sidewalks and nearly rear ending vehicles with "Welcome to the Jungle" on in the background.

The mini jumped a large hill where it touched down, making a sharp turn to leave the cops that were after them.

The four sober members of the Flying Lemurs -- Chazz McDermott(lead guitar and vocals), Bill Thomas (bass), Joe Early(rhythm guitar), and Frank Politano (keyboards and the band's major songwriter) begin their search for drummer Clarence "Dinky" Zedmore. A search of Maineiac City's seedier dives proves fruitless.
"Where the hell is he?" asks Chazz.
"Have we checked the fleabag motels?" asks Bill
"Have we checked the hospital?" asks Joe
"Have we checked the morgue?" asks Frank.
"Cripes, Frank, don't even joke about that" said Chazz.
"Why the hell didn't Dinky ever go into rehab? It's the '79 tour all over again."
"Except that now we don't have soldiers watching us like hawks" said Joe.
"Yeah, now we're gonna have the whole f---ing WORLD watching us".
"Well," said Chazz "if it takes us 3 months to find him like it did in '79, the whole world's going to get to watch me kill him! C'mon guys, I have an idea where to look."

OOC: Hey Soviet dude... um.. no1s in the crowd at the stadium and... we have good fucking security... you know like former members of Hells Angels tough... Black Maria tough... and your kinda godmodding... "Oh.. I'm gonna go shoot a crowd full of hippies...well you know what with the same way ur goin im gonna use this...

IC: We attached motion devices to the Soviet troops and they blew up...

OOC: you see thats what you just did... no1 has been killed so on with the party... also the name of our security is the "Red Guard" much like the red army but theyre not really an army there more of a homeland security group.

So on with the show

A good idea I have. Ignore the Soviet we shall if godmode he tries again.

--Yoda

Bad Air

Freudotopia - accepted

Bob Comics - accepted

Sorry guys no more bands... maybe 1 more

Coven Guard's music didn't pound.

It slid.

It slid through the crowd's senses, it burrowed into their ears, sat on their pineal glands and played bongos with their conciousness.

The "secret" of their music was not contained so much in the notes as the speakers - subsonics, subharmonics, levels played where the mind could catch but the brain didn't hear...

Coderiada al-Jahfar strung music together with her voice, tied it in knots with gyrations of her ample figure, caught the attention - and teased the eyes. Her bodice shimmered in house lights, half-pretending not to be there - and half answering that promise.

Halfway through the set, drums set the tone - a lulling pounding, rising beat, filling the stadium with ritual rythym... Coderiada took hold of the punishment, sank her heels in, lyrics pounding accents, driving onward, upward...

The crowd lost it; the music mastered them, pulled them, taunted them, drove them....

Two hours later, the lights went down on Coven Guard - the applause was deafening, security struggling to keep fans from rushing the stage, throwing themselves at the memories of the players....


Four hours later, the four member band - and twenty roadies - was airborne, enroute to their next gig. Sleep was a given - few could give out that much and not collapse.

Coderiada lit another cigarette and composed among the snores.

He smiled again. He seemed to be doing it a lot.

"I know. I just thought you sounded a bit disappointed. And I am looking for more than a one night stand."

He traced his fingers along her cheekbone gently, then down the side of her neck.

she let out a little gasp, her skin so smooth- she looked into his eyes, so deep and dark, she was suddenly nervous for no reason and she looked away quickly.

Chazz knoked on the door of the modest house in Westphalia, a city on the southern coast of Maineiacs. An elderly woman in a faded house coat opened it.
"Yes? How may I help you?"
"Mrs. Zedmore, you may remember me, I"m Chazz McDermott, Dink-- I mean Clarence and I are band mates?"
"Why yes, I remember Clarence's friends from his band. Please come in young man."
"Thank you, ma'am," said Chazz as he and the others entered "ma'am, would you know where we might find him?"
"Yes, he's upstairs in his room, the poor dear was exhausted."
"Is it all right if we go up there?"
"Well, if you go quietly. He and Julia might be asleep." she said.
"Of course. Thank you, ma'am." Chazz hoped he was successful in keeping the disgust out of his voice.
"Damn, I was kind of hoping Dinky was no longer with her." said Frank.
"What, you think she was going to give up control of her favorite toy? Not likely."
"What are we going to do with her?" asked Joe
The woman who suddenly appeared at the top of the stairs said "You'll take me with you, or you can forget about taking Clarence anywhere."
Chazz looked up at her. Julia Ralston -- the bane of the Flying Lemurs' existence.

It was at that touching, romantic moment that the rest of the band decided to make their appearance. They practically fell into the cafe where Tai and Kimo were, talking loudly. Tai buried his face in Kimo's shoulder, hoping not to be recognised. As much as he liked the rest of his band, he realised that he probably didn't have long with her.

"Tai, dude!"

He groaned inwardly.

"I'm not Tai. I'm an alien inhabiting Tai's body. Now run, before I eat you all!"
"Tai, stop messing around and see what we found."
"Yeah, dude, you've got to see this!"
"Dudes, this really isn't a good time. I'm busy. I really like Kimo, and I want to spend as much time..."
"No lovelorn monologues, dude. Save that for the singing."

Before he could protest, they had dragged him out of his seat and out through the door. He looked at Kimo, his face twisted with pain and sorrow. His eyes spoke of his longing to remain with her, but the way that each of his limbs was being lifted into the air spoke of his inability to do it.

They carried him along the platform a long way, before finally showing him what they had found.

"Its one of those things where you put the coins in and you ride on it! We've got to fit all of us into it!"
"You dragged me away from her for this?"
"Shes just a random groupie. You'll get over it."

Remaining silent, he began to plan his escape...

Is there still space for one more band before this shindig gets on underway?

nevermind I just saw palixia's post

On the channel 11 news

… those soviets are crazy .Also in the news PEval has announced a list of song going to be played at band aid. The Songs are not in order…

Brain Damage
Run Like Hell
Guns at Brinxton (Palixia's National Anthem)
Lost in the Supermarket
Communication Breakdown
Dazed and Confused
Runnin' with the devil
Atomic Punk
Hell's Bell
Back in Black

While on the note of PEval, Jimmy Gilmoure has claimed that the tabloids of him having himself cloned are false and he is going to marry Sabrina and Serenity Gibson.

In more serious news the stadium going to be used for band aid has been blown up by Northern Palixian Reform troops and are now using there 3rd choose for a stadium with a 147,000 seat capacity. Northern Palixan Reform
recently declared it's freedom from Palixia and are currently fighting a war. The war will soon be over most likely.

Also, Band Aid has been extended to a 7 day event and has room for 10 more bands that will perform for 1 hour though. In other news Prime Minister Stummer has declared all females all banned from shirts and bras....

(OOC: Palixia's gonna be a happy place... hehehehehe...

"Bill, Bill where are you?" Sparky was walking around blindfolded, "Bill, help me the guys stole my pants!" He was indeed walking around in just his Y-Fronts

On PTV (PEval's TV)

NEWSBREAK... run like Hell!

Hi, I'm Tim Hillard and we have some important PEval news... Rythm guitarist Syd Simonon has been kicked out of the band for obvious reasons. In the past few months he has started to go insane and now has reacehed a point of no return. At a gig last night he saved off his evebrows and hair and wore a surgical mask filled with blood, he also refused to play the guitar and has been sent to a mental institution. More information will ce availiable at 7:00 p.m.... Now back to the regularly scheduled program, Stalking David Gilmoure...

(OOC: someones been listening to Pink Floyd *worships the Floyd)

The Hardest Rockin Band in all of Tiny Prussia, The Prowlin Bandits, has just finished it's nationwide "Shifty Devils" Tour and is looking for venues. They're a 3 man rock and roll storm with Led Zeppelin, ZZ Top, and AC/DC as their primary influences. If you wouldn't mind putting 'em in your show give a reply. They're hoping to play an equal number of classic covers and hit originals like "Dog House Girl", "Tequila Tonight, Whiskey Tomorrow", and "Bayou Mama (sure can rock and party)". The band hopes to bring it's classic hard rock sound and not so subtle sexual references to your huge freaking concert.

Finally on the plane to Palixia, the Flying Lemurs discuss their set for the concert.

"OK," said Chazz "Why don't we start off with 'Running On No Gas', then do 'Sweet Home Maineiacs', followed by something acoustic, like 'A Lemur With No Name'?"
"Alright," said Frank "when do we do 'The Pine Trees Are Crying'?"
"At the end of our set."
Julia rolled her eyes, "You're not going to do that one, are you?"
"Of course we are, why would youy even ask, and what business is it of yours, anyway?" asked Chazz.
"Don't you think that song would be lost on a Palixian audience?" she asked.
"Look, in the first place, several hundred Maineiacs will be there, not to mention the television audience, assuming Palixia lets us videotape it for domestic consumption. They'd all be disappointed if we didn't do it. Besides, the Palixians may not know the specifics of the song, but the themes are universal. They'll get it." "The Pine Trees Are Crying" was the unofficial anthem of the Maineiacs independence movement.
"It's my song, and I want it in." said Frank
"And have you forgotten that this year marks the 30th anniversary of the massacre at Maineiacs University?" said Joe
"Fine. But Clarence thinks he should have a drum solo, don't you dear?" asked Julia.
"Hmm? Oh, yeah, sure babe." murmmured Dinky drowsily.
"You do know we have limited time for the set, don't you?" said Chazz "Fine, if we can fit it in, have at it, Dinky."
"I still think this is a mistake." said Julia.
"Everyone makes mistakes." said Frank philosophically.
"You mean like our flirtation with disco?" asked Joe.
"Don't remind me." groaned Chazz "OK, guys, the plane'll be landing soon. Who wants to carry Dinky?"
Dinky snored.

OOC: I'd RP but my nation is PostModern Tech and roleplays in the 2040s, so I would have to either invent time-travel or rack my brain and try to remember what RK was like in 2005 :p .

It was at that touching, romantic moment that the rest of the band decided to make their appearance. They practically fell into the cafe where Tai and Kimo were, talking loudly. Tai buried his face in Kimo's shoulder, hoping not to be recognised. As much as he liked the rest of his band, he realised that he probably didn't have long with her.

"Tai, dude!"

He groaned inwardly.

"I'm not Tai. I'm an alien inhabiting Tai's body. Now run, before I eat you all!"
"Tai, stop messing around and see what we found."
"Yeah, dude, you've got to see this!"
"Dudes, this really isn't a good time. I'm busy. I really like Kimo, and I want to spend as much time..."
"No lovelorn monologues, dude. Save that for the singing."

Before he could protest, they had dragged him out of his seat and out through the door. He looked at Kimo, his face twisted with pain and sorrow. His eyes spoke of his longing to remain with her, but the way that each of his limbs was being lifted into the air spoke of his inability to do it.

They carried him along the platform a long way, before finally showing him what they had found.

"Its one of those things where you put the coins in and you ride on it! We've got to fit all of us into it!"
"You dragged me away from her for this?"
"Shes just a random groupie. You'll get over it."

Remaining silent, he began to plan his escape...

Kimo sat in the cafe, the group came in and at that moment, she too wanted to hide away and wanted to disappear, she felt her face crease up and she let a little tear fall.

She caught a bus along with her luggage up to the caravan park where the attendant showed her their big rented caravan - she wanted Tai to be there with her.

She unpacked all her stuff, her groupies must have still been out with Embrace, meeting and greeting the other bands.

She sat outside in the sun, wondering when Tai and his band would return - if they would even come at all.

It took some time before everyone but Tai got bored of the ride-on, by which time a queue of small children had formed. They seemed bored, and worse, angry. It would only be a matter of time before they stormed the moving plastic truck, taking no prisoners.

"Come on, lets go. We don't have a car, so we should start walking now."
"Oh, come on Tai, just one more ride?"
"No! Those midgets are getting hungry for our blood!"

A low, menacing growl was emanating from the children, chilling the blood of all who heard it.

"You hear that? We've got to move! Now!"

Grumbling, they set off. It would be around nightfall when they arrived, worn out and wishing that they had some transport.

Prowling Bandits accepted... uh... to the PM guy u can do it i guess... just no future type stuff...
I'll get a list of bands soon... Sorry im busy with Anarchy in America stuff

<<<<- Worshiping Pink Floyd

Bad Air (Freudotopia)
Hollywood Guns (McKagan)
Spooty Tab (Spooty)
Flying Lemurs (Manineiacs)
PEval (Palixia)
Emerald Sword (HailandKill)
the Squishimilatiors (Basque Spain)
The Forresters (Brydog)
Kiss My Ass (Responsibilites)
Coven Guard (Vastiva)
Mickey Mantle Late Nite Movie (Havl)
Embrace (The Three United Isles)
Broken Tusks (The Charr)
FTE(Aust)
The Prowlin' Bandits (Little Prussia)

I think it's everyone, if I forgot you just tell me
Only two more bands to go

ooc: Eek! You forgot me! My band is Blue Coral, to save you looking back all those pages.

The Screamin' Blood Euphons used to be the "next big thing" in Oglethorpia; but a sudden turnaround left the band languishing in small clubs.

"Percy [Winters, guitar], this it it," exclaimed Dirk Joules, bassist-vocalist. "What's it?" said a confused Gringo Star, drummer. "We're going to play BAND AID!"

And so the band's manager agreed, quickly sending off an email to Bill Geldom;

To Mr. Bill Geldom:

The Screamin' Blood Euphons, renowned progressive rock/metal act with such hits as 20y2k and Sweet Beef would be honored to play at Band Aid.

Sincerely,
Carl Grisham

"That's it, guys," said Grisham. "You're gonna rock that Band Aid."

It took some time before everyone but Tai got bored of the ride-on, by which time a queue of small children had formed. They seemed bored, and worse, angry. It would only be a matter of time before they stormed the moving plastic truck, taking no prisoners.

"Come on, lets go. We don't have a car, so we should start walking now."
"Oh, come on Tai, just one more ride?"
"No! Those midgets are getting hungry for our blood!"

A low, menacing growl was emanating from the children, chilling the blood of all who heard it.

"You hear that? We've got to move! Now!"

Grumbling, they set off. It would be around nightfall when they arrived, worn out and wishing that they had some transport.

Embrace and Kimo's grupies had hired a mini-bus, van type piece of transport - they saw the Blue Coral on their way, walking looking tired.
Tamar bibbed the horn and offered them a ride to the caravan site.

BUMP ;)

OOC: Taldaan do you have msn messenger?

another more up to date pic of Kimo ;) http://www.buysmart.ca/images/buy_jennifer_lopez_dvd.jpg

ooc: Yep, I do have MSN. Click on the little button under my name.

IC:Just managing to get the fact across that they were grateful through gasps for oxygen, they boarded the bus. Jeanette seemed to be suffering the worst, having been carrying her drumkit, despite being assisted by Tai.

After a few minutes getting breath back, they decided to start some conversation. It was Ilse who managed to speak first.

"Hi. How are you guys?"

OOC: on the bus...do you mean our bus...if not, ignore the post

IC:
Tamara and Brad assisted the other group onto the bus, putting their instruments in the special bunker.

'We are all good, a bit worried though, have you seen Kimo?' Tamara asked.

'...its just...we lost her at the train station' Brad commented.

'shes sensible enough, i'd love to be lost with her in the rainforest' chuckled Danny (lead singer from Embrace)

'Yeah' Tamara said, smacking his arm.

'not long now till we can crash, if my gut feeling is right, Kimo should be cooking us something up now' Tamara said.

----------------------------

Kimo had ordered 10 pizzas from the local shop, they delivered and she collected from the caravan park entrance, she walked back to the caravan and waited anxiously for the others.

Soon she heard the low, grumbling of the 'Team Machine' she got up and no longer felt sick of worry.

She saw Tai in the bus and she felt very safe......

It probably should have happened differently. In slow motion, for a start. The focus should have been soft, the music swelling to a crescendo. Tai should have rushed to Kimo, flung his arms around her, and kissed her.

Now, this was certainly what he intended. He ran towards her, although at a completely normal speed. And then he slipped on the conveniently placed banana skin. As slips go, it was a fairly good one. His feet flew up into the air, and indeed he landed almost horizontally on his back, such was his run-up. He hit the ground with a thud at Kimo's feet, the rest of the band in silent hysterics in the background.

As the rag wearing soldiers storm in, carrying AK40s they begin shooting the pothead, tree hugging hippies that seem to be infesting this vile place. The sound of automatic fire and hte screams of men, tortured and mutilated behond recognition where heard and before llong only the momentary grunt as the soldiers slit the throats of any who are left. A clear message was sent to hippies accross the world to stop with the fucking music. :mp5:

It probably should have happened differently. In slow motion, for a start. The focus should have been soft, the music swelling to a crescendo. Tai should have rushed to Kimo, flung his arms around her, and kissed her.

Now, this was certainly what he intended. He ran towards her, although at a completely normal speed. And then he slipped on the conveniently placed banana skin. As slips go, it was a fairly good one. His feet flew up into the air, and indeed he landed almost horizontally on his back, such was his run-up. He hit the ground with a thud at Kimo's feet, the rest of the band in silent hysterics in the background.

OOC: brb

(OOC: As the rag wearing soldiers storm in, carrying AK40s they begin shooting the pothead, tree hugging hippies that seem to be infesting this vile place. The sound of automatic fire and hte screams of men, tortured and mutilated behond recognition where heard and before llong only the momentary grunt as the soldiers slit the throats of any who are left. A clear message was sent to hippies accross the world to stop with the fucking music. :mp5:

uh oh more soviets)

at that point the magical weed fairy popped out of the sky and waved its bongwand, the soldiers turned into weed and lovely time was had by all

(OOC:
Quote:
Originally Posted by Arkenon
As the rag wearing soldiers storm in, carrying AK40s they begin shooting the pothead, tree hugging hippies that seem to be infesting this vile place. The sound of automatic fire and hte screams of men, tortured and mutilated behond recognition where heard and before llong only the momentary grunt as the soldiers slit the throats of any who are left. A clear message was sent to hippies accross the world to stop with the fucking music.



uh oh more soviets)

at that point the magical weed fairy popped out of the sky and waved its bongwand, the soldiers turned into weed and lovely time was had by all

OOC: Yea man Soviet weed groovy

IC:Bad Air (Freudotopia)
Hollywood Guns (McKagan)
Spooty Tab (Spooty)
Flying Lemurs (Manineiacs)
PEval (Palixia)
Emerald Sword (HailandKill)
the Squishimilatiors (Basque Spain)
The Forresters (Brydog)
Kiss My Ass (Responsibilites)
Coven Guard (Vastiva)
Mickey Mantle Late Nite Movie (Havl)
Embrace (The Three United Isles)
Broken Tusks (The Charr)
FTE(Aust)
The Prowlin' Bandits (Little Prussia)
Blue Coral (Taldaan)
The Screamin' Blood Euphons (Oglethorpia)

One more band

and no one died cuzthe Red Guard killed the Soviets before they could do anything :mp5: :sniper: :gundge: :p

It probably should have happened differently. In slow motion, for a start. The focus should have been soft, the music swelling to a crescendo. Tai should have rushed to Kimo, flung his arms around her, and kissed her.

Now, this was certainly what he intended. He ran towards her, although at a completely normal speed. And then he slipped on the conveniently placed banana skin. As slips go, it was a fairly good one. His feet flew up into the air, and indeed he landed almost horizontally on his back, such was his run-up. He hit the ground with a thud at Kimo's feet, the rest of the band in silent hysterics in the background.

OOC: the little button under your name doesnt work *blush* add me: manutdmad4eva@yahoo.co.uk (msn messenger)

Kimo stood there, she let out a little giggle, then helped him up, dusting him off, she hugged and kissed him.

'I am glad your here, the pizza is starting to go cold' she said whispered softly in his ear.

'come on guys.....grubs up!' she said, gesturing for them to come over, she unfolded the huge blanket and they sat down.

Kimo went foraging in the bus and found her beautiful guitar (http://www.magictails.com/abydos/images/acoustics/cut_pink.jpg), she sat down after not eating a lot, she started to sing, her deep voice beautiful and melodic.

OOC: i've just seen you come online Taldaan, i have to go in 5 mins...add me 2 ur msn ok? :fluffle: xxx

Tai sat down next to her, listening to her sing. Music didn't normally have such an impact on him, but this... It was like being high, only far deeper, far more intense. He put down the pizza and just sat there, drinking in the sweet melodies. The rest of the band were oblivious to what was going on- they sat quite a way away, talking about the set. But Tai, he was hanging on every note, every heartfelt word. And in that moment it was just the two of them. The rest of the world... he didn't give a fuck about.

When it was over he looked her in the eyes, his face filled with emotion.

"Kimo, that was beautiful."

He said it hoarsely, almost whispering. Then he leaned over and kissed her deeply.

Tai sat down next to her, listening to her sing. Music didn't normally have such an impact on him, but this... It was like being high, only far deeper, far more intense. He put down the pizza and just sat there, drinking in the sweet melodies. The rest of the band were oblivious to what was going on- they sat quite a way away, talking about the set. But Tai, he was hanging on every note, every heartfelt word. And in that moment it was just the two of them. The rest of the world... he didn't give a fuck about.

When it was over he looked her in the eyes, his face filled with emotion.

"Kimo, that was beautiful."

He said it hoarsely, almost whispering. Then he leaned over and kissed her deeply.

'just something I came up with whilst waiting for you' she said smiling softly.

'so what was so great that you got taken away from me for? dont tell me...they saw a clown' she said sniggering gently, her lips thin, pink and glossy.

'I did have an idea for the concert, but you'll probably think it'll suck' she said, putting her guitar down.

"Well, actually they found one of those ride-on things. What was your idea? We always do something random, so we'll probably use it."

'well....I wanted me and you to do a duet, but its a silly idea, forget i said it' she said.

'oh a ride-on how fun' she said sarcastically, she picked up her guitar and started singing again.

Concert date changed to 6/18/05

OOC; does that mean we have to leave Palixia?

"A duet? You know, that really isn't a bad idea. It'll hook the crowd right from the off. Plus, you're damn good. If you ever wanted to go solo or something, it'd be a good head start. Um... what would you want to play?"

Oh yeah the Sqhismilators will be doing the songs from there new album they dropped How to Kill Bob which included the 3 song that they sng on the website

Bob Sours, manager of the Prowlin Bandits, burst onto the tour bus with a bit of a smile on his face. "Whats goin down John Brown?" said Rich Masterson, lead guitar and vocals,
"I'll tell you whats goin down! I got ya'll the gig!"
"What Gig?" asked drummer Johnny Thonton.
"F-ing Band-Aid! Remember?" yelled Sours.
"Whaa...?..No...Hugh?" said Thornton. Obviously too tanked to comprehend.
"What a Dumb Drunk Bastard!" remarked Sours.
"Can we take a few days break?" asked Alex Houseley, their bass guitarist.
"Ya'll have been rocking since '77 now don't be slowin down now!" said Sours. "Besides the gig doesn't start till the 18th so you got some time. Now try and get to the rooms this time." he said as he left the bus.
As he left Houseely puled out a can of slim jims and a bottle of Kahlua.
"It's time for a party!" he said.

"A duet? You know, that really isn't a bad idea. It'll hook the crowd right from the off. Plus, you're damn good. If you ever wanted to go solo or something, it'd be a good head start. Um... what would you want to play?"

'you really think?' Kimo asked, putting her pink guitar away, just as she went to zip it up, she stopped.

'Could you sign my guitar?' she asked sheepishly.

'jeez its getting cold' she said, rubbing her arms to keep warm.

'should we go back and join the others?' she asked, applying more pink sparkly lipgloss, her frangrant aura had grown.

He smiled.

"OK. Just for you."

Pulling a pen from one of his many pockets, he began to write.

To Kimo

I love you

Tai XXX

"If you want to go back to the others, we can."

'well I dont mind, I was just thinking you havent been with them much thats all' she said admiring the signature.

'do you really mean that?' she asked, pointing to the writing I LOVE YOU, with her thin bronze finger, which had perfectly manicured nails.

she moved around and snuggled up close to him, she found a big jumper of Brads and put it on, it was about three sizes too big. She let her hair hair, it was tumbling and of varying shades of brown and blond.

"I mean it."

He kissed her again. By now any deities looking down, or remarkably sentient flies on the wall, were probably getting incredibly bored. However, there were no lightning bolts, no plagues of locusts. Assuming that it was good to continue, Tai kissed her again. Then he snuggled in close to her.

'what is her problem?' Tamara said.
'so selfish its unreal' she spat.

'Tam, leave her, shes happy' Brad said.

'No, I am not, shes my friend, this is our holiday, I havent even spent any time with her' she said, getting up and striding over to the two love birds.

'Kimo, come back over there with us' Tam ordered, with her hands on her hips.

'I want to stay here' Kimo said, helplessly looking up as Tamara went to grab her arm and pull her away.

Brad walked over and wrenched Tamara off of Kimo.

'fucking leave her' Brad said, pushing Tam away.

'sorry Kim honey' he said winking,

Kimo held her wrist, like a poorly defenceless animal.

Immediately seeing that Kimo was upset, Tai put an arm around her. He was naturally pissed off at Tam, but Brad had dealt with that for now, and right now comforting Kimo was far more important.

"What was that about? I mean, if I'm causing problems here I can go, if you want."

Meanwhile the rest of the band had decided that the situation had got a little too hostile. They believed in peace and love, not shouting and attacking people. And so they had decided to get everyone to mellow out a bit.

"Hey, any of you guys want brownies?"

"OK, let's start pouring some coffee into him." said Chazz.
"Do you think we need to get his stomach pumped?" asked Frank.
"Well, you're cheerul today, aren't you?" said Chazz.
Getting a cup of black coffee, Joe held it to the lips of the semi-conscious Dinky. "Here you go," he said "drink it up."
"Maybe if you guys would just let him sleep..." began Julia.
"We don't have time for that!" said Chazz angrily. "the concert's in five days, and we need to rehearse."
"You know, you're not really helping. Why don't you let us take care of this?" said Frank.
"I'm not leaving Clarence alone with you losers!" Julia yelled.
"Yes, you are." said Chazz and grabbed her by the arm, then shoved her out the door, locking it behind her.
"Let's put him in a cold shower." said Joe.

Immediately seeing that Kimo was upset, Tai put an arm around her. He was naturally pissed off at Tam, but Brad had dealt with that for now, and right now comforting Kimo was far more important.

"What was that about? I mean, if I'm causing problems here I can go, if you want."

Meanwhile the rest of the band had decided that the situation had got a little too hostile. They believed in peace and love, not shouting and attacking people. And so they had decided to get everyone to mellow out a bit.

"Hey, any of you guys want brownies?"

'she's like a big sister to me, shes quite protective, Brad's good, he always has to deal with us two, I wanna get an early night, I am cold and tired' she said, shivering as she snuggled close.

'you can come if you like' she said looking up at him and winking softly.

No you guys dont have to leave, I'm just busy with finals and school and moving so I ony have time on the 15th

"Yeah, I'm cold too. Still, two bodies are warmer than one."

He winked back, and followed her into the caravan.

Meanwhile, the rest of the band were eating the brownies that the others didn't seem to want. Although the effects hadn't kicked in yet, they were already playing with the bubbles that Josh brought for such occasions. The bright globes burst above their heads, making them giggle like small children.

Tamara glared at Kimo as she went into the caravan.

'she's going to do it with him' she said to Brad

'Tam, I have had enough of this' he said, moving away from her.

---------------

Kimo unfolded the caravan bed and she didnt change, she snuggled up close to Tai, she put some smooth celtic music on.
'my wrist still hurts' she said softly, it had started to go slightly blue.

"OK, let's run through the set." said Chazz.
The band began their first real rehearsal since deciding to reunite for Band-aid. "Sweet Home Maineiacs" sounded alright, but a bit rough.
"We're playing it too slow," said Frank "it isn't a ballad."
Chazz, looked at Frank with annoyance, but decided not to say anything. As they were begginning the song again, Julia stormed into the rented studio.
"If you EVER pull a stunt like you did yesterday, you'll live just long enough to regret it!" she screamed, her piercing voice seeming to target all of them at once.
"Calm down, babe." said Dinky.
"Calm down? CALM DOWN?" she yelled, "After the way they treated me?"
"We'll talk later, hon. Just let us get through rehearsal. Tell you what -- let's go out tonight; really paint the town red. Whaddaya say?" said Dinky, placatingly.
"OK. I"ll be in the room. Try not to take all day." said Julia. She left the studio with a parting poisonous glance at the others.
"See guys? You just have to know how to talk to her." said Dinky.
"Well, I refuse to kiss her ass." said Chazz.
"No, that's my job," chuckled Dinky "seriously, she means well, she really does."
"Well, let's get back to work, guys. Four days left, and we sound like crap." said Joe.
"Sweet Home Maineiacs" sounded better the second time through.

The prowlin bandits tour bus sped down the street with the band members inside drunk as skunks.

"So we gots to decide what were gonna play at this Band-Aid thing." said Masterson.

"Well jjeez I don't know I mean we can play a bunch of ye know original shtuff like..." Houseley interrupted Thornton.

"You Guys we are out of slim jims!" he said

"What covers do ye guys think we should do?" said Thornton.

"Well Some Led Zeppelin, some ZZ, maybe alittle bit a..."

"You Guys!" screamed Houseley. "We need more slim jims!"

"Man what the F-ck is it wit you and slim jims?" asked Thornton.

"Dude you know I got hooked on that sh-t back during the '84 tour!"

"Alright." said Masterson. "We can pull over at this 7-eleven and get another can of slim jims. Then once we're sober we can talk about the set list."

"Cool but Rich while your in there make shure you get the regular slim jims!" said Houseley. "Because those Tobasco ones are too spicy ye know they'll give me heartburn!"

As Divid Gilmoure is about to go to the Holy Church of Floyd's Church to get married it turns out that they twins arent twins. There triplets

Gilmoure "What the hell!?"

Triplets<whispering> " We should have told you before"

Gilmoure " Trust me it's okay... looks down at b__bs"

Sabrina "So the wedding still on"

Gilmoure "Yea"

So they got married

http://www.worth1000.com/entries/72500/72788RWyv_w.jpg
Current pic of twins

The band's bassist, Bill Thomas came into the studio.
"Biil! Where the F--- have you been?" asked Chazz.
"Sorry, guys, my dad died. I had to stay for the funeral." replied Bill.
"Sorry to heasr that, man. Are you OK to play?" asked Frank.
"Yeah, I'm fine. So, what did I miss? excitement? groupies?"
"Well, if by excitement you mean sobering up Dinky, and the usual fun with the bit-- I mean Julia; then yeah, lots of excitement. As for groupies, that was always your department, Bill." said Chazz.
"Well, I'm here now. Have we picked out which numbers we're going to do?" asked Bill.
"Yeah," said Frank and went over their playlist.
"Alright, let's get to it." said Bill.

OOC: Alright, I forgot a character. It's been a rough week. Sue me. :p

"Well, I'll just have to kiss it better."

He took it softly up to his mouth...

__________________________________

Meanwhile, outside, the band had decided to have an impromptu rehearsal/jam session. Of course, without Tai it would have to be purely instrumental, but they were going to do it anyway. After all, it was what they did best, and it would also drown out any noise from the caravan. Luckily they had made Kytran carry a generator with him so they could plug amps etc. into something. And then they launched into the opening bars of "Cyclone", Josh's hand zipping up and down the neck of his guitar, picking out each rapid note with amazing speed and accuracy. The drums thundered in the background, and the harmonic song of the sitar soared above the other instruments. As usual, everything was turned way up, blasts of noise shaking the ground beneath their feet. Still, it was music, the throbbing heatbeat of any musician, and that was all that mattered.

she shivered and tingled, his kiss made her feel heavenly.

'shouldnt you be jamming outside, it sounds like they need a vocalist, I don't want to be a pain and make you fall out' she said, turning to face him, she slid her foot up his leg.

"Oh, I can jam with them some other time. They're playing Cyclone anyway, and thats an instrumental so they won't need me for the next ten minutes or so."

He smiled devilishly.

"Besides, you're far more fun."

'....I am?' she asked, she slowly slid her hand down his trousers.

'well...I am glad you think that way' she said, smiling.

'Danny said I could maybe be a backing singer for their classic song Out of Nothing - if it goes well, and a scout spots me, I could get a deal' she said smiling, squeezing him harder.

"You could get a deal? Thats great!"

He pulled her in tight and kissed her again.

"Hey, we should celebrate! Do you want a drink?"

'Yeah sure' she said, pulling her hand away, she then uncurled and went to the drinks cabinet.

'I'll have my usual, what would you like?' she asked,

'I might have to put the heater on, I am getting cold again' she said, rubbing her bare arms.

"Oh, I brought some of my own. Yaht. You may not have heard of it- you can't get it anywhere outside Taldaan. In fact, its probably illegal. Damn good though, you want some?"

He took a gulp from the bottle, tasting the sweet, spicy liquid run down his throat. He blinked and gasped as he put the bottle down again.

THE START OF BAND AID
The crowd was roaring "PEval ,PEval"
They heard the bass come in.

"YEAH!!"

The lights turned on, they keyboard waas being played

"Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run,Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run.
You better make your face up in
Your favorite disguise.
With your button down lips and your
Roller blind eyes.
With your empty smileAnd your hungry heart.
Feel the bile rising from your guilty past.
With your nerves in tatters
When the conchshell shatters
And the hammers batterDown the door.
You'd better run.

Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run,Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run.
You better sleep all dayAnd run all night.
Keep your dirty feelings
Deep inside.And if you're taking your girlfriendOut tonightYou'd better park the car
Well out of sight.
Cause if they catch you in the back seatTrying to pick her locks,
They're gonna send you back to motherIn a cardboard box.
You better run.

"Hey, open up! HaHaHaHaHaaaaaaaaaa!
[sound of car skidding, followed by loud scream]
"Hammer, Hammer"

'I am ok with my archers thanks' she said offering him some, she guided the glass into his mouth

the sweet sparkly liquid heaven ran down his throat.

'Its gorgeaus isnt it?' she said smiling, she hugged him, she was stone cold and shivering.

"Hey, you're shivering. You cold?"

That same devilish smile again, and a kiss that simply brushed her lips.

"You want a little... warming up?"

'Yes, I need it' she said, she knew he was teasing her by brushing her lips, it was annoying but extremely romantic at the same time.

'I have my coat somewhere....' she said trailing off as she went to go in search.

Mentally, Tai was cursing. Rejected for a coat. He took another mouthful of his drink, then another. He collapsed backwards, letting it sink in. Damn it, he was useless.

The Prowlin Bandits were now sober and riding in their stretch limo towards the Tiny Prussian Capitol Airport.

"Alright you guys we've got a pretty long set so lets start planning what songs to do." said Thornton.

"Alright well definetly we have to fit in 'Bayou Mama' and 'Dog House Girl'," said Houseley.

"Yea and Tequila Tonight," said Thornton.

"And we have got to fit in 'Good For Nothin Else'," said Houseley.

"Enough stuff off our 70's albums!" said Masterson. "We need to do some newer stuff."

"Like which ones?"

"'Keep On Bleedin' for one," said Masterson.

"And 'Rollin On Thunder'," said Thornton. "And we should definetly squeeze in 'Gimme a Jolt' or 'In the Saddle'."

"What about covers?" asked Houseley.

"Well maybe we should just decide on the spot."

"Ok we're at the airport so we can discuss covers more on the plane." said Masterson.

"Alright but I just hope they've got some slim-jims at duty free." said Houseley as they exited the limo.

she came back with her long black coat with a fur hood.
'whats up hunny?' she asked, snuggling close up to him, she was looking slightly tipsy, she was on her third archers bottle.

'I havent upset you have i?' she asked, wrapping her arm around his waist and putting her head on his shoulder.

Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run,Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run.
You better make your face up in
Your favorite disguise.
With your button down lips and your
Roller blind eyes.
With your empty smileAnd your hungry heart.
Feel the bile rising from your guilty past.
With your nerves in tatters
When the conchshell shatters
And the hammers batterDown the door.
You'd better run.

Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run,Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run.
You better sleep all dayAnd run all night.
Keep your dirty feelings
Deep inside.And if you're taking your girlfriendOut tonightYou'd better park the car
Well out of sight.
Cause if they catch you in the back seatTrying to pick her locks,
They're gonna send you back to motherIn a cardboard box.
You better run.

"Hey, open up! HaHaHaHaHaaaaaaaaaa!
[sound of car skidding, followed by loud scream]
"Hammer, Hammer"


"More, More, More!" the crownd exclaimed

The lunatic is on the grass.
The lunatic is on the grass.
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs.
Got to keep the loonies on the path.

The lunatic is in the hall.
The lunatics are in my hall.
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And everyday the paper boy brings more.

And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too
I'll see you on the Dark Side of the Moon.

The lunatic is in my head
The lunatic is in my head HaHaHa
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me 'til I'm sane
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me.

And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear.
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the Dark Side of the Moon.

(background vocals:
"I can't think of anything to say except...
i think it's marvelous! HaHaHa!")

"WOO!"

Gilmoure tells them "Listen were gonna change the songs were gonna play Shine on you crazy diamond our new song, it's dedicated to Jimmy Waters who as you know just was commited"

After a 8 minute guitar solo the lyrics finally started

"Remember when you were young,
You shone like the sun.
Shiine on you craaaazy diamond.
Now there's a look in your eyes,
Like black holes in the sky.
Shiine on you craaaazy diamond.
You were caught on the crossfire
Of childhood and stardom,
Blown on the steel breeze.
Come on you target for faraway laughter,
Come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine!
(guitar solo
You reached for the secret too soon,
You cried for the moon.
Shiine on you craaaaaazy diamond.
Threatened by shadows at night,
And exposed in the light.
Shiine on you craaaazy diamond.
Well you wore out your welcome
With random precision,
Rode on the steel breeze.
Come on you raver, you seer of visions,
Come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine! "

"Nobody knows where you are,
How near or how far.
Shiine on you craaaazy diamond.
Pile on many more layers
And I'll be joining you there.
Shiine on you craaaazy diamond.
And we'll bask in the shadow
Of yesterday's triumph,
And sail on the steel breeze.
Come on you boy child,
You winner and loser,
Come on you miner for truth and delusion, and shine!"

Gilmoure" Now to our Drummer for Moby Dick"

Bonhman, Bohnam!! the crowd shouted

and he played a 12 minute drum solo

"Gilmoure quickly came to the mic "Runnin with the devil""

I live my life like there's no tomorrow
And all I've got I had to steal
Least I don't need to beg or borrow
Yes I'm living at a pace that kills
Runnin' with the devil
Runnin' with the devil
I found the simple life ain't so simple
When I jumped out on that road
I got no love, no love you'd call real
Ain't got nobody waiting at home
Runnin' with the devil
Runnin' with the devil
You know I, I found the simple life, weren't so simple, no
When I jumped out on that road
Got no love, no love you'd call real
Got nobody waiting at home
Runnin' with the devil
Runnin' with the devil
Runnin' with the devil
Runnin' with the devil

Our last song for the night "The Gun's at Brixton"

But someone came on the stage... Jimmy Waters
Gilmoure "Jimmy why are you here"
Waters "I had to finish it off"
Gilmoure "Just don't mess up"
Gilmoure "trust me I won't"

And Waters started singing

When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun

When the law break in
How you gonna go?
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting on death row

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton

The money feels good
And your life you like it well
But surely your time will come
As in heaven, as in hell

You see, he feels like Ivan
Born under the Brixton sun
His game is called survivin'
At the end of the harder they come

You know it means no mercy
They caught him with a gun
No need for the Black Maria
Goodbye to the Brixton sun

You can crush us
You can bruise us
Yes, even shoot us
But oh-the guns of Brixton

When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun

You can crush us
You can bruise us
Yes, even shoot us
But oh-the guns of Brixton

Shot down on the pavement
Waiting in death row
His game is called survivin'
As in heaven as in hell

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton

and Band Aid continued with the Hollywood Guns
or whoever gets here first

<OOC: ENOUGH WITH THE ROMANCE ITS STARTED SO RP PEOPLE!!!
Also this is a new version of the last post

The morning came, both Embrace & Blue Coral and the groupies were hungover and tired, the only two that werent were Tai and Kimo - they both tidied everything up and started up the music machine (tour bus)

they drove fast to the concert and set up their things.

'Phew...thats the first time I have driven that beast!' she said

Embrace took their instruments and set up on the stage - Danny kept smiling down at Kimo - she smiled nervously back.

She hoped everything went well for them, they needed recognition desperately - Tamara and the others were not near Kimo she was near the Stage steps helping lift everything around despite her bad wrist.

****EMBRACE NOW ON STAGE****
DANNY: HEY PALIXIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*AUDIENCE CHEER*
RICHARD: THIS FIRST SONG IS DEDICATED TO THE GORGEAUS KIMO- WHO HAS SUPPORTED US SO MUCH AND IS RESPONSIBLE FOR GETTING US HERE TODAY!!!!!!!!!

Song: Glorious Day

Who could send something so pure to lure me away
I fought the last of my breath
But you came along on a glorious day
By the time that you left I was crawling again
Yeah you came along on a glorious day
Now I want you to save me again

Ooh oooh ohhh [etc]

The fire that they said would burn just lights up the way
I lie in the place where I fell
And three is always nine day one
That wont go away
Till you bring an end to my hell

But you came along on a glorious day
By the time that you left I was crawling again
Yeh you came along on a glorious day
Now I want you to save me again

Let them all keep their plans
Cos all I want is in my hands
And I cant look down
Back then I had it all, now I want it back that's all
And I cant get out

Ooh oooh ohhh [etc]

You came along, on a glorious day
By the time that you left
I was crawling again
Yeh you came along on a glorious day
Now I want you to save me again
Now I want you to save me again
Now I want you to save me again

DANNY:YOU LIKED THAT?!

They carry on playing all the songs from their new album OUT OF NOTHING

Danny: we are now going to duet *he gestures to Kimp* she walks up and sits down and sings a beautiful ditty along to his solo acoustic guitar.

Kimo - I Promise
Will I always be there for you?
When you need someone, Will I be that one you need?
Will I do all my best to, to protect you?
When the tears get near your eyes
Will I be the one that's by your side?
Will I be there when you call me in the middle of the night?
Will I keep the rain from falling down into your life?
I promise, I promise
I promise I will

Will I take tender care of you?
Take your darkest night and make it bright for you
Will I be there to make you strong and to lean on?
When this world has turned so cold
Will I be the one that's there to hold?

Will I be there when you call me in the middle of the night?
Will I keep the rain from falling down into your life?
I promise, I promise
I promise I will

Will I be there when you call me in the middle of the night?
Will I keep the rain from falling down into your life?
I promise, I promise
I promise I will

Yeah
And I love you more every day
And nothing will take that love away
When you need someone
I promise I'll be there for you (there for you)
I promise

Will I be there when you call me in the middle of the night?
Will I keep the rain from falling down into your life?
I promise, I promise
I promise I will

And I promise (and I promise)
I promise (oh I promise you)
I will be there when you call me (when you call me)
I promise (I promise)
I promise I will - all the time she was singing, she was meaning the song for Tai, but Danny probably thought she meant it for him.

And then Blue Coral were onstage. They were wearing the typical slightly off-the-wall costumes: perched on Tai's head was a pirate's hat, and Kytran had managed to find a pair of striped tights. Ilse was wearing what amounted to a series of leather straps, and Jeanette sported a huge sombrero. Josh was the only one that looked normal, until you noticed the ridiculously large codpiece. They strode onto the stage as if they owned it, instruments in hands. And Tai stepped to the front to deliver his opener.

"Hi. We're Blue Coral, and we're here to play you a couple of songs tonight. Now, security have probably told you that if you dive or crowd-surf, you're getting kicked out. Well, screw them. Its a concert! Have fun!"

At an unseen signal, they launched into the three-minute instrumental that began Mockingbird. A slow piece, but intricately written, this was one of their most popular pieces. They could get the crowd rocking later, right now they could set the stage. Tai, although his vocal skills weren't needed for this, was playing his own guitar. He had recently taken on the job of rythym guitar, and while he wasn't an amazing player, he could provide an extra layer for Josh and Ilse to play over.

And Ilse was playing now. Her sitar rang as she picked out each sweeping melody, sending the heart-rending passages out across the audience. This was a melancholy song, and would most likely reduce any emo kids in the audience to tears. After a few bars, Josh came in underneath, an uncompomisingly brutal guitar assault pounding under the crying sitar sending the crowd reeling. As powerful as it was recorded, it was truly majestic live. Underneath it Jeanette's drumsticks fluttered over the kit, creating a light but powerful rythym that lifted the melody and harmony to new heights. Kytran too was playing, his bass drone throbbing its way into the mix.

When the vocals finally came in, the crowd were moved to silence. Tai sang of loss and sadness, each word hanging in the air for a second before being replaced by the next. By now the people in the crowd were being lifted away on the music, sobbing into the shoulders of people they had met an hour ago, if that. This was the power of Mockingbird. While it brought people down, it also brought them together.

And then it was over. The hypnotic spell over the audience began to ebb away. The magic was over. And then Tai stepped to the front of the stage, and in a louder voice than before, yelled

"Now, are you ready to rock?"

The crowd roared their approval, and within seconds their roar was matched by the triple roar of guitars and bass. And then, in the background, came the drums, like thunder directly overhead. The sitar was less dominant here, providing another layer under Josh's lightning-fast fretwork. Tai launched into the song much quicker this time. The crowd roared once again as they realised what Blue Coral were playing. Live Fast, Die Dead, another classic piece of Blue Coral, and another crowd pleaser. And the crowd weren't sobbing this time, they were jumping up and down and screaming. This was what Blue Coral was about, causing extreme emotions. The pit was packed, crowds of moshers packed against the front of the stage. Even the people who had never heard of Blue Coral and had just been dragged in by their kids were dancing.

And as Tai ripped into the chorus, practically shouting each word, they went crazy. It probably didn't help that the band had just stepped up another gear, but the crowd stopped being a crowd and turned into a riot. the fireworks that suddenly erupted from the stage were perfectly timed. As the explosions painted the sky, the crowd began to swarm. Security were powerless to stop the heaving mass. The people at the front began to climb onto the stage, diving off it back into the audience. They were screaming along with the song, headbanging furiously. People were literally losing their minds out there.

And that song too stopped.

"Good to see that you've got some life in you!"

And they played on. Song after song, rush after rush. The crowd were spurred on and on to greater heights of ecstasy.

And then they began to play Sundowner. The signature Blue Coral end-of-show piece. Another sweeping melodic number, it rivalled Mockingbird for beauty, However, this song did not make the audience cry like Mockingbird, they simply stared on in wonder. Fireworks began to burst in the air again as they made the final crescendo, sweeping to the climax of the piece. Then the music stopped, and the echoes began to die away. The set was over. Or was it?

Tai stepped to the front once again.

"I'd like to play you one last song. This is dedicated to someone I love, someone very special to me. Kimo, this is for you."

The crowd went silent as he began to pick out the simple notes. Then he began to sing, his voice sweeter than ever before. The song was rough, as he had just written it the night before when everyone was asleep, but the lyrics still carried a profound beauty that could not help but move the crowd. He played up to the second chorus unaccompanied, and then the rest of the band instinctively joined in. They were also not playing at their peaks, merely accentuating what Tai was singing. And then it was over. Tai blew a single kiss into the audience, then walked offstage, followed by the rest of the band.

And the crowd went wild.

Kimo was sorting out Embrace and cleaning everything up when she heard Tai say her name, she ran back out and stood at the base of the stage - she looked up at him and smiled, a small tear in her eye.

she hide round the corner and waited for him to walk off and she jumped out and surprised him.

'that last song was beautiful - the girl you sung it for is very lucky' she said, holding his arms.

'you stirred up the crowd, fantastic job guys, those songs are amazing!' Kimo said hugging all the members of the group.

'We werent as good as expected, i think they wanted more rock - we gave more ballads, but hey, they enjoyed it' she said smiling, holding Tai's hand tight.

"Well, now that I'm not worrying about the concert, I can give that special girl all the love she deserves."

He kissed her. Behind him the rest of the band made retching noises.

"I've got to get out of this costume. There was this wierd fat guy in the front row who kept on staring at me."
"Ilse, you were totally asking for it."

They all ducked into the band dressing room together. It had all been partitioned up so no-one would see anything. While the costumes were fun, they were also uncomfortable.

ooc: How long are the sets for each band?

"OK, so these are the ones we're going to do. 'Sweet Home Maineiacs', 'A Lemur With No Name', then 'Feelin' Peaceful'. Are we going to do any other tracks from Hotel Macabre?" said Chazz.
"How about 'Fire In the Sky'?" asked Joe.
"Good idea." said Chazz. "Then we can do 'Running On No Gas', then how about 'In The Garden Of Eden'? Dinky, you can have your drum solo during that one."
"Sounds good." said Dinky, who actually seemed to be doing pretty well without the drugs and booze.
"Alright, then we'll do 'Get Together People', and 'Worst Of Times', and we finish with 'The Pine Trees Are Crying'."
"Works for me." said Tom.
"Ladies, are you set?" asked Chazz, turning to the band's back up singers.
"I'm ready, daddy." said Chazz's 20-year-old daughter, Jannine. She was taking the place of her mother, Carol, who passed away ten years earlier.
"Let's do it, boys." said Martha Cross, who'd been with the band since the beggining.
"I'm ready. Let's get this over with." said Julia. She might have been a total bitch, and the guys (except Dinky) certainly held her largely responsible for the break-up, but she could sing beautifully.
They waited from word from Geldom about when they were to go on.

'special girl eh?' she giggled.

Kimo returned his kiss, he looked so hot and sweaty, and generally very gorgeaus, but she kept her cool and waited for him to get showered and changed.

In his rush, he managed to get showered and changed in under five minutes. His hair was still dripping slightly, and totally messed up. His concert clothes were off, replaced with a t-shirt and jeans. He walked up behind her, taking her not only by the shoulders but also by surprise.

"Hi," he whispered in her ear, "Did you miss me?"

'of course I did....' she replied, holding his hands onto her shoulders.

'didnt have time to blow-dry?!' she giggled, stroking his hair.

'Embrace are going back to hold a mini-concert at the park - you wanna come along?' she asked,

"Yeah, alright. Should be fun. Anyway, its because o you that I doind't have time to blow-dry. I was rushing to get back."

He pulled her in close, and then said

"Which way to the park?"

'you didnt have to rush just for me' she tutted, wagging her finger.

'dont you wanna wait for the others?' she asked, her mouth millimetres from him - her breath minty fresh.

Hello, dookie

"Oh, they went to hear the rest of the main concert. They'll probably be in the pit right now, and it'll take a forklift to get 'em out. Looks like its just us."

He winked.

'oh....alright' she said, holding his hand softly, she walked back to the caravan, she was caught on the way by Danny who picked her up and spun her around - she felt quite uncomfortable.

'Kim, you wanna come backstage, i got you passes to meet that band you really like, cost me an arm and leg' he said flashing the tickets.

'no....Tai and I are going to get some food and then go back to set up for the mini-concert' she said, blushing.

'Kim....' he whined.

'stop it' she said, pushing him away.

'for f*** sake, I do all this for you and then you piss off with some band guy' he said, waving his arms around, he slapped her and walked off.

her face stung.

'owww...' she gasped as she held her cheek.

'come on, I dont wanna be here anymore' she said, drying her tears.

The red mist descended as Tai saw Danny slap Kimo. He walked after his retreating back.

"You!"

Danny turned around, just in time to take a heavy blow to the face. Tai had punched him hard on the jaw, fuelled by anger. Right now, all he wanted to do was beat Danny to a bleeding pulp.

The red mist descended as Tai saw Danny slap Kimo. He walked after his retreating back.

"You!"

Danny turned around, just in time to take a heavy blow to the face. Tai had punched him hard on the jaw, fuelled by anger. Right now, all he wanted to do was beat Danny to a bleeding pulp.

'Guys!' Kimo shouted as she saw the two men start to fight, it got quite hair-raising.

'Tai.....Danny!' she said, trying to seperate them,

Danny soonm gave up and stormed off with a bleeding nose and a nice bruise on his eye.

'Tai.....you shouldnt have' Kimo sighed and tutted.

she looked at the sorry sight and escorted him to their bus, which was empty, she started to nurse his wounds with salt water and some bandage.

'you should have just left him' she said quietly.

"I'm sorry.. Its just when I saw him hit you...."

He trailed off.

"Jeez, lay off the salt water a bit. That stings!"

He poked her gently in the arm, then kissed her. Hopefully she didn't hate him for what he had done...

"I'm sorry.. Its just when I saw him hit you...."

He trailed off.

"Jeez, lay off the salt water a bit. That stings!"

He poked her gently in the arm, then kissed her. Hopefully she didn't hate him for what he had done...

'you wanted to stick up for me huh? I can understand...' she said, looking at Danny in the distance.

'he's been like a brother to me, but all he wants is sex on tour, he gets so frustrated, its all he's after, he treats me like crap' she said, drying his cuts, she then bandaged them up.

she kissed him for a long time.

'did you really mean that song for me?...y'know on stage and all?' she asked, gently humming.

"I meant every last word. Kind of distracting while playing it though. I spent the whole song picturing you naked."

He smiled that same devilish smile.

her mouth went wide.

'oh really Mr. Man....I guess I will have to show you it sometime' she said giggling softly, her voice full of warmth,

'Dont take those bandages off unless I say alright' she said.

"Not until you say? Damn. I don't like bandages."

Then he smiled at what she had said just before.

"Well, the sooner the better."

'really?...why is that then?' she asked, her lips milimetres away from his, her breath warm and minty.

she got her guitar from the tour bus and sat with it on her knee, she was wearing a long white gypsy dress with a tight top on, her hair was loose and tumbling, the curls were wavy and crimped.

i stopped to fill my car up
the car felt good that day
i didn't know where i was going
but it felt good for a change
a five and a pocket full of silver
i paid the lady no change
and then it started to piss down
i started driving again
and then i looked up
and looked in the mirror behind me
a man round forty in the back seat
must have stepped in when i was empty
so why's he sat there just waiting
likely to smash my face in
he had a bag full of money
he said just drive me away
i didn't know where i was going
yet it felt good to be strange
and still i look up
and look in the mirror behind me
curiosity is over
he stepped down from the car
he pulled a gun from his jacket
said i was going to die
it gives me so much satisfaction
to watch you beg and cry
well i just made up this story
to get your attention makes me smile
i never looked up or looked
in the mirror behind me

her voice slightly croaky, a little tear ran down her little brown face.

He wiped the tear away with a fingertip, letting it linger for a second.

"Like I said before, you're really good. Were there any agents in the crowd?"

she held his warm hand onto cold face.

'no...because Embrace were quite late, they had gone by that time' she said, smiling through her tears.

'that song I just sang.....was from real life....it was me.....' she said, sitting on his lap being careful not to hurt him.

'I am gonna get us an indian tonight' she said rubbing her hands, her stomach then let out an almighty grumble.

'its the least I can do to make up for all this' she said pointing at his bandages.

"You really don't need to make up for anything. Hang on, you said the song was about you? I hope the last few lines were true then."

Chazz saw Bill backstage with his arms around a young girl. He hoped she was over 18, but he wasn't sure.
"Christ, Bill, she's less than half your age. What about Kate? You know, your wife?"
"She's not here. Besides, you know what I say -- if you can't be with the one you love, love the onw you're with."
Chazz just shook his head, and waited for the band's cue to go on.

A calm certainty set upon the stage; the lights dimmed but did not extinguish, filling the hall with a bleak redness - sun at twilight, the moon aglow.

Coven Guard did not play to cheap theatrics: there were no smoke clouds or plumes of flame or chintzy light-shows to keep the audience in place.

They arrived, and they played.

And that was more then enough.

Catarí, Catarí!

Pecché je dis-tu des sti mots amers,
Pecché me parle et 'ou core me turmiente?

Catarí?

Nun te scurdà ca t'prime donnée 'ou core,
Nun te scurdà !
Ché des veines dicere à stu parlà,
Ca me donne spaseme ?
Tu nun'nce pienze à stu dulore mien,
Tu nun'nce pienze,
tu nun t'en soins!

Catarí, Catarí!

Core, core 'ngrato, Catarí

T'aie pigliato 'à vie mienne,
Toute est passé et nun'nce pienze chiù.
Toi nun 'ou ssaje ca fin et 'int'na à église
Je só 'trasuto et aggiu prié à Dieu...

à Catarí.

Et ll'prime ditto pure à 'ou cunfessore!
"Stó 'à des suffrí pe'chella llá...
Stó'à des suffrí,
Stó'à des suffrí nun si pò croire...
Stó'à des suffrí toutes les strazie!"
Et 'ou cunfessore,
qu'elle est perzona sainte,
Mm'a ditto...

Catarí, Catarí!

Pecché je dis-tu des sti mots amers,
Pecché me parle et 'ou core me turmiente?

Spinning faster and faster, Coderiada al-Jahfar whirled her way into a gypsy dance, the coins and scarves of her costume catching the light, spraying about in smears of deep color as the lights plumed to rainbow - then filled the room with intense brightness...


Een dame
Koude bluten
Gekleed in strak montagewit zij een herenhuis
Haar huis bezit dat beter
als lair
van de witte worm
Haar ogen
een dieper groen
het gloeien licht in dark en bij nacht
she`s wordt bekend
een slangwoning
in de kuilen
van lair
van de witte worm

Ein Geheimnis konservierte gut
das in der Dunkelheit niemand lauert
das überhaupt zurück
es lebendig gebildet wurde

Um segredo preservou-a bem lurking
na obscuridade ninguém
feitos sempre
lhe para trás vivo ne

Niemand weiß, daß es ihre Ungeheuerlichkeit
in einer menschlichen Form ist
die sie eine Sache der Nacht ist
sie in einer Schlange im Lager
der weißen Endlosschraube umwandelt
die Grube in ihrem Haus unten
zu den Därmen der Masse beten Gott geht
Sie nie dieses Geschöpf vom tiefen
des Lagers der weißen Endlosschraube treffen

La sangre se mancha en su cuello
sus pechos que ella los ojos
demuestran que la despiertan
los cuerpos en el hoyo

rasgado aparte!

mangled difícilmente el griterío
del everlast de las almas
en la guarida
del gusano blanco

Dame Arabella kleidete im Weiß an
das sie diabolical Verschlagenheit hat
sie ungefähr in Form einer Schlange verschiebt
die in den undurchdringlichen Trübsinn
der geheimnisvollen Öffnung
verschwindet

Alors un homme est venu autour
essayant de résoudre les histoires
de mystère
est devenu légende est devenu mythe et oublié au cours
de l'histoire secrètement
soigneusement remplissant
puits de la dynamite
attendant le moment
pour souffler hors du puits
dans la tanière du ver blanc

Ein Geheimnis konservierte gut
das in der Dunkelheit niemand lauert
das überhaupt zurück
es lebendig gebildet wurde

Sur une nuit dans une tempête
je tonne et l'éclair elles ont éclairé le ciel
alors la tempête
venante près de l'éclair frappe
le coeur du lair des vies sans fine blanche
avec un éclat qui
la casa explose les sons de crie ruggire
de à de sous âme du poison
splatters sanglants
de la masse de pus à à
du Schlangehaut
du lair des vies sans fine blanche

Leviathan ging der weiße
Wurm gestorben

wir hoffen

Nous espérons




Lights flared, died as the last note hung...




And the crowd exploded.



***
OOC: the second song is from here (http://www.heavylyrics.com/lyrics/god_dethroned_lyrics_867/the_lair_of_the_white_worm_lyrics_72755.html) and translated randomly to give an approximation of Vastivan. The first is public domain - someone will figure it out. ;)

The Flying Lemurs took the stage for the first time in 23 years. Any nervousness faded as they began to play. "Sweet Home Maineiacs" had all the Maineiacs in the audience (and many others) on their feet, and on their feet they stayed. The crowd cheered all through "A Lemur With No Name" and the country-flavored "Feelin' Peaceful". "Fire in the Sky" brought out the lighters. Then they abruptly changed pace with "In the Garden of Eden". Dinky played his 15-minute drum solo like a man possesed. Next came "Running On No Gas" and "Worst of Times", then "Get Together People".
Then, for the first time since their set began, something resembling silence fell over the Maineiacs in the crowd. They knew what was coming, and erupted when Chazz hit the opening chord of "The Pine Trees Are Crying".


There's sadness in the air
We mourn for those not there
We must be free some day
All the land seems to say

The pine trees are crying
The mountains weep out loud
The sea is cold and lonely
The sky is full of clouds

The people yearn for liberty
When will our day come?
Our lives are poor and dirty
We're taken from our homes

The pine trees are crying
The mountains weep out loud
The sea is cold and lonely
The sky is full of clouds

Brothers and sisters, we must not quit
They'll never make us do it.
We'll never bow, we'll not submit
To the opressors' boot.

The pine trees are crying
The mountains weep out loud
The sea is cold and lonely
The sky is full of clouds

The audience listened in silence, then erupted again when the song ended. Some who remembered the occupation weeped, remembering loved ones lost. Bill himself had lost a cousin at the Maineiacs U massacre.
"I think they liked it." said Chazz as he left the stage.

OOC: hey it's Zulu/Cubano/Berkshire. I only just saw this thread. I guess there's no chance you could squeeze my band on at the end or do a true Geldof and announce a surprise extra concert?? my band are something different- a reggae/ska combo!

OOC: Pump it out, Tundwe - we'll put you on stage with us (Coven Guard) no problems, no questions asked.

The President of The Federation of Tundwe has laid on his personal jet for Tundwe's number one band "Malanga's Reggae and Ska Drum Orchestra" to travel to the Band Aid concer for Peace.
Tundwe's main news station TNN quoted lead singer Rev. Cob Nesta Marley as saying "We be doing this for all de poverty stricken people of the world, we not be doing this for the capitalist governments of Babylon that oppress our Brethen in Zion. We de Malanga's Reggae and Ska Drum Orchestra, represent the whole of Tundwe and we collectively give our whole heart and love to the people who suffer through lack of food. I would like to send them this message: Always remember that we are your Brethen, we share One blood, One heart, One life, One love."
The 32 piece band boarded the President's jet with over 150,000 waving them off from the tarmac. The short journey time would be spent writing a special MakePovertyHistory song.

OOC: by the way, Vastiva, when are you on stage?

OOC: Post 220, but considering the place was defined as "like Woodstock", there should be multiple stages.

Herman looked at his watch. "Hey, Sal, how long is this thing supposed to go on?"

Salimah Bakira al-Hibba gave an elegant shrug. "Two hours."
"Two hours was up four hours ago."
She took another slug from her water bottle. "What's your point, Herm?"
"Well... you think 'deria is good for an encore or two?"
That got a hmph "I think 'deria would stay out there all night and sleep on the stage if she could. How about you go round her up, and I'll nab the organizers. I think I spotted some guys we can do a jam with somewhere around here - if you're up to some ska."
"Ska? Like Reggae? Sure thing! I'll be 'alf a mo... I think 'deria is out for coffee and doodles..."

"You really don't need to make up for anything. Hang on, you said the song was about you? I hope the last few lines were true then."

'Yes, there was no man with a gun' she said smiling.

'well....I think we should go get something to eat, what you in the mood for?' she asked, helping him up.

"Whatever you want. I really don't mind: I've been around the world enough times to get used to practically anything."

'Ok, I'll just get my purse' she said, rummaging around in her bag.

'hmmmm i need to change, i look skaggy' she said, looking down at her pretty white skirt and tight floral top.

"No you don't, you look beautiful."

He said it like he meant it, probably because he did.

"Anyway, don't bother bringing your purse. Tonight is on me."

'thanks, but i am getting a bit chilly now' she said, slipping on a brown tight cardidgan.

'you sure...eating around here is expensive?' she asked, gathering he didnt mind, she held his hand tight and they made their way into Palixia.

"You're worth it. Do you know anywhere round here we could go? Coming here was kind of an impulse decision, so we didn't exactly check any restaurant or hotel guides."

'well Danny told me about this quiet little coffee resteraunt, has great window seats' she said, as they walked down the road, hand-in-hand.

'Here it is' she said, stopping outside it was a cute little resteraunt, they walked in and sat by the window and looked out over the beautiful park.

'I can see what he means about the great views' she said, as she sipped her coffee.

"Yeah, I see what you mean. This is the sort of view you could write songs about."

He sipped his own coffee slowly, savouring it.

OOC: Post 220, but considering the place was defined as "like Woodstock", there should be multiple stages.

so shall I post that my band are on another stage or something? or in a link up concert somewhere else?

when she finished she slid her hand across the table and placed it over his, she slid her big brown sunglasses up so they were on top of her head.
'did you know the gig is for a week and not two days?' she said smiling.
'....means we get more time together' she added quietly.

Just then Danny entered the resteraunt with the rest of Embrace and several female groupies who were scantily clad, they were very rowdy - Danny kept glancing daggers at both Kim & Tai

Tai basically ignored Danny's entrance, focusing instead on Kimo.

"A week? Well, the more time with you, the better. I really like you. You're special."

He smiled, embarassed, then continued.

"Kimo, I think I'm falling in love with you."

she nearly choked on her coffee.

'pardon?' she asked.

'well....i think I am falling for you too' she said blushing.

Danny then came over, he looked slightly stoned.

'Kim i-' he said and before he could say anything she punched him under the chin, she then grabbed Tai and they ran out without paying their bill.

they went to the top of Monument Hill, they sat underneath it under the cool tree's protection.

'I just can't stand him, and to think I have to go home with them all in 5 days time' she said sighing heavily.

"You have to go home with that jerk? I mean, if hes like that in public..."

He trailed off, then decided to change the subject.

"Are you going to the concert again tomorrow?"

'Yeah I do, I have no home, so I live with him and Richard, his brother- my parents died a while ago, I rely on them - they will probably dump me' she said.

'Yes i certainly am, I wanna try and get an earlier slot so the agents can see me' she said smiling, walking up to him, wrapping her arms around his waist - the cool breeze blew her beautiful tussled hair around.

He hugged back, his hands roaming across her back. She was warm in the cold breeze.

"Actually, if you're that serious about getting signed, I can help you. I know a lot of music industry people, not just in Taldaan although they've got some good record companies, so I could pull a few strings if you want."

Realising that she might be getting the wrong idea, he continued.

"Nothing illegal. Just a word in an ear, and maybe calling in a favour or two. Its not a matter of making them accept you; you're good enough; its just making them take notice in the first place."

'well i like fate to take its path, do you ever think that fate brought us together?' she asked, looking awkward.

'I dont suppose you would take me with you back to Taldaan after this would you, I know its silly and very rude to ask' she said, lessening her grip around him.

He kissed her.

"You would? I was thinking about asking, but I thought that you'd think it was too much, too soon. I can take you with me, no problem. Are you sure you want to, though? Taldaan often seems like a very strange place to newcomers. Its not just a country, its a state of mind."

she savoured the kiss he tasted so minty.
'you were going to ask me?' she asked, slightly shocked but very flattered.

'well Danny might change his tune, he might take me back to Tres Bonne afterall' she said smiling.

when they were holding eachother, she looked into his eyes.

'Tai....I love you' she said slowly and quietly so he heard every word.

Tai was completely and utterly shocked at what she had said. He had been with girls before, not many but enough, and none of them had ever said it so meaningfully. He gazed back into her eyes, savouring every moment of this. This being his first time, it took a few tries to get the words out, but on his third attempt they came.

"Kimo... I love you too."

she hugged him - the only person she had ever loved was Danny and a few others, but Tai, he was different, ever since sitting next to him on the train it was like the ends had met finally.

'we should be getting back to the tour bus, actually, we could borrow my friends camper, they came with us and are out all night - how do you fancy that?' she asked, winking.

"Well, it gets cold out here at night, and two bodies are better than one. Lets go!"

He paused.

"You sure that they won't surprise us?"

'I promise, they do all-nighters all the time, they just leave the camper van and gave me the spare keys, i'll lock it just in case' she said smiling sweetly, she held his hand very tightly as if someone was trying to take him away.

they avoided the coffee house, and made their way back into the comfy camper.

'I just need to go get my pj's' she said, going out and coming back a few minutes with a lace nightie.

'I love the cold nights, i hate sticky summer ones' she said, changing in front of him, she then snuggled on the sofa bed.

The camper van (http://www.campers2go.co.uk/images/front.jpg)

OOC: too late to send a band? if so, mine's a mix of Green Day, The Killers, and Jet

IC:

The punk rock band Take 2 can play at the concert. The members are Joe Greyson (guitar/vocals), Billy Duraway (guitar), Cameron Green (bass), and Mike Ryan (drums). They will be arriving on their own private jet.

The President of The Federation of Tundwe has laid on his personal jet for Tundwe's number one band "Malanga's Reggae and Ska Drum Orchestra" to travel to the Band Aid concer for Peace.
Tundwe's main news station TNN quoted lead singer Rev. Cob Nesta Marley as saying "We be doing this for all de poverty stricken people of the world, we not be doing this for the capitalist governments of Babylon that oppress our Brethen in Zion. We de Malanga's Reggae and Ska Drum Orchestra, represent the whole of Tundwe and we collectively give our whole heart and love to the people who suffer through lack of food. I would like to send them this message: Always remember that we are your Brethen, we share One blood, One heart, One life, One love."
The 32 piece band boarded the President's jet with over 150,000 waving them off from the tarmac. The short journey time would be spent writing a special MakePovertyHistory song.


If the organizers thought they were in trouble before, they hadn't counted on the full force of Salimah Bakira al-Hibba landing all over them.

"Look, guys, it's a wonderful idea, yanno, but, like, we're way overtime here..."

The nervous executive stuttered a reply "Sorry, ma'am, we're trying to cut it..."

"Like hell you are." She stepped forward, putting her short yellow-burnoosed personage right in his face. "You've run six hours, you're probably going to run another four. And the great thing about this is, some station in Vastiva is going to buy the whole damn thing and distribute the hell out of it for you. And do you know why that is?"

"Uh.... uhm..."

"Because Vastivans love music. Particularly our music, and I don't mean 'Coven Guard' music. They love all music. And the contract you're going to get out of this will make the donations you've gotten so far look like horse drool.
"So what you're going to do is to keep all the bands going, jam sessions, anything, doesn't matter. In the meantime, Malanga's Reggae and Ska Drum Orchestra is going to set up on the backstage - and once they're done, Coven Guard is going to take the frontstage and the two of us are going to jam it good - and they're going to finish the set themselves.
"While you're being a good boy and doing that, I'm going to be making some phone calls on your dime and setting up the buy."

She stopped, drew breath. "... unless you don't want to net, say, four times what that board there says?"