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It does what it says on the tin. Music connects so many people, We in Euphorictrance believe a Internation Music Festival is in order to ease the current woes between countries.

Please list your interest.

Nova Jennings

Greetings, friends!

Having read about your esteemed nation's upcoming International Music Festival, we in Tshwane would like to extend our congratulations to whoever came up with this idea.

Music has always played a large role in life in Tshwane, and our unique blend of orchestral choirs, marimba, yodelling and deathmetal, with a little reggae thrown in for luck, is truly one of the most interesting sounds on this earth. As we are a small nation with few diplomatic ties, as a result of the Great Upheaval of April 2006, we would like to take this opportunity to give you our hand in friendship, and send certain musical troupes to play in this festival.

However, we remain uncertain as to the details of this festival; how long will it last, how many bands from each nation are you willing to host, and what accomodations will be provided for bands, their entourages and delegates?

We look forward to communicating more on this matter of great interest,

Yours sincerely
Dr Agatha Ikatekit Mnisi
Minister of Entertainment and The Arts

Preseident of the Freeland of Duckquackmuse, Lord Governer

This is a very good idea. In fact an odd coincidence as I was about to ask people if they would be interested in creating a band (of any genre of type) for the world, which would idealy have an unlimited amount of members. We were going to ask if people would be interested in hosting concerts for the band in their many nations. If I organise a band, would you be interested in letting them play in the festival?

And are there any ideas as to where the International festival be held?

Aslanites Against, a mainstream punk/alternative metal band within The Aslanic Mountains are very interested in playing at your festival. They have expressed a special interest, and have asked that contact be made to get them on the list. They have for many years campaigned under the name of Aslanites Against War using music as their weapon, but now just Aslanites Against have averted their attention to wider areas than for peace in Aslania (our now united region). Therefore, they feel that their presence would be worthwhile and benefit their cause.

Aslanites Against Manager,

Roy Ferrado.
(Of Sali Records)

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=507207

Check out the thread! Join up now! Only the best need apply.

New Bonzawaniiaen bands would be highly interested in being involved in this music festival but will not be able to get involved until the civil war is over, which should be soon.

Julia Bagdef
Minister of Culture

Nova was sitting at her desk and was pleased to see the interest, she got onto the phone and arranged the stage and sound equipment to be ordered.

Novas photo: http://www.uncut.at/data/personen-big/kate-hudson.jpg

She went to see how the popular Euphoric groups were doing and she was pleasantly surprised.

Greetings, friends!

Having read about your esteemed nation's upcoming International Music Festival, we in Tshwane would like to extend our congratulations to whoever came up with this idea.

Music has always played a large role in life in Tshwane, and our unique blend of orchestral choirs, marimba, yodelling and deathmetal, with a little reggae thrown in for luck, is truly one of the most interesting sounds on this earth. As we are a small nation with few diplomatic ties, as a result of the Great Upheaval of April 2006, we would like to take this opportunity to give you our hand in friendship, and send certain musical troupes to play in this festival.

However, we remain uncertain as to the details of this festival; how long will it last, how many bands from each nation are you willing to host, and what accomodations will be provided for bands, their entourages and delegates?look forward to communicating more on this matter of great interest,

Yours sincerely
Dr Agatha Ikatekit Mnisi
Minister of Entertainment and The Arts


There will be accommodation available for all group members and political parties can stay in the Emperial Palisade in Central Square.

The festival duration will depend on entrants :D

Greetings from Skgorria!

Whilst our leadership will be unable to attend the festival due to extensive political and military engagements, we would like to send a band to your concert. Do you have any criteria?

Skgorria - any music genre is warmly welcome!!!!!

In that case, we send the biggest group in Skgorria at the moment....5th SS division's divisional band "Totalslava"!

Lead vocals: Wolfgang Heydrich
Backing vocals/bass: Herman Yuklig
Lead guitar: Ivan Servchenko
Drums: Nikita Gorobets

We would also like to purchase some tickets for some of our populace and war veterans, how many do you have and how much do they cost?

There are unlimited tickets as it is in a huge stadium, around 1 million holding capacity. the tickets are £40 each, this is for the three days projected duration. Your band are welcomed to come stay for as long as they like before the event to adjust to the smouldering temperatures here at the moment.

Righto, well Skgorria will purchase 5,000 tickets to be given by lottery to some of our veterans. Given your confirmation that "Totalslava" will be playing, Skgorrian citizens are clambering all over each other to buy tickets and travel papers. It is estimated that roughly 90,000 Skgorrian citizens will purchase tickets.

"Totalslava" would like to travel to your nation immediately to get settled in and to practice.

That is fine, I shall prepare the rooms for them

Nova went to her wardrobe and sorted out her clothes in preparation for meeing the band, she would meet all the them as part of the nations tradition.

http://www.matthiaswelling.de/assets/images/usa/hotel%20las%20vegas/Imperial_Palace.jpg Imperial Palace....fantastic hotel....

http://www.acm.org/sigs/sigcomm/sigcomm2005/image-hotel-room.jpg

http://www.trinity.edu/org/ics/grand-hotel-room.jpg

http://www.kloppenheim.co.za/images/main/Hotel%20Room.jpg

An example of the rooms available :)

The following message was sent from the PR office of "Totalslava"to the organisers of the festival.

Thankyou for choosing to accept Totalslava as part of your music festival. We would like to book a suite for the band at the Imperial Hotel, and will require accomodation for the band's entourage which currently consists of 40 people. We will be flying into the country with all our equipment and vehicles in a modified IL-76, so we will require parking for that. We will have our security detail of 5 men, but if you request so they will not be armed.

Telegram from Ms.Jennings

This is all arranged,the Imperial Palace Hotel has 300 rooms, so your rooms will all be located in the South Wing, you will arrive and will be given your door cards.

I eagerly expect your arrival

Nova
x

Telegram from Ms.Jennings

This is all arranged,the Imperial Palace Hotel has 300 rooms, so your rooms will all be located in the South Wing, you will arrive and will be given your door cards.

I eagerly expect your arrival

Nova
x


After sending the telegram, she changed into her dress and her shawl, she got into the Tour Bus, and ordered Henry to take her to the Hotel to arrange the details.
'Hello Ms Jennings' he said tilting his hat and kissing her hand, Nova blushed.
'Henry, call me Nova' she said giggling. They arrived at the airport and waited for the group to arrive.
http://lib.store.yahoo.net/lib/alight-com/12410004-p.jpg

As the Il-76 touched down with a thud, the Skgorrians onboard cheered.
"Yeah baby!" wooped Wolfgang Heydrich, the rather excitable lead singer, "music festival here we come."
"We shouldn't be here whilst the division is pushing into Atopiana" muttered the drummer, Nikita Gorobets. "They need us there.
"And we're needed here to spread our music and ideas," beamed Herman Yuklig. Ivan Servchenko the guitarist said nothing, as usual, preferring instead to read his copy of "This Month In Skgorria".
"Come on you lot," bellowed the loadmaster, "you may be temporarily off-duty but you're still members of the Skgorrian military, and Storm Squad to boot! Start acting like it!"
"Wahhooo!" yelled Heydrich as he ran down the IL-76s ramp, the rest of the band choosing to follow more sedately. The air-crew began loading off the band's equipment, entourage and vehicles. Make-up and hair stylists argued with drivers about where their equipment had been loaded in the Ural-4320 trucks, but no-one seemed to know.

At last all was unloaded, the band's entourage and vehicles stood around waiting for someone to get them. The band wandered into the airport in an effort to work out what was going on...

OOC: they'd be easy to recognise, wearing traditional heavy metal garb. Leather jackets, long hair etc...

Nova saw the men and walked over to them all with a big smile on her face, Henry shortly followed.
'Hello....greetings...welcome to Euphorica, I am Nova Jennings and this will be your chaffeur Henry Mannings' she said smiling, pushing her curly blond hair behind her ears, she wrapped her shawl around her.

"Wooo, our own driver! Get this guys, we don't have to drive ourselves anymore!!" beamed Heydrich.
"But I like driving that damn Bump" Nikita complained, referring to the BMP-III the band used to drive around.
"Well get used to not driving, cos we ain't driving. OOOOO YEAH!" Heydrich pulled off a quick air-guitar riff.
"You don't play guitar, idiot" scoffed Herman. "Ms Jennings, lead us to the car and drive us off. Our convoy will follow."

Nova lead the group over to the bus, where Henry had already got it going, there was a slight chill in the air.

'now behave boys' Nova said with a wink as they all got on and sat down.

"Alright boys, time for air practice," stated Herman as he twiddled with imaginary bass guitar.
"Wahhooo air practice!" Wolfgang began crooning into an imaginary microphone. "My soul and spirit will go on..."
"We can actually afford instruments these days, y'know" stated Nikita as Ivan stoicly plucked his air guitar, reclined in his bus seat.
"But..but it's tradition!" Herman spluttered. "Don't make me pull rank on you."
The band broke into a rather spirited rendition of 'Broken on the Grand Line'

Following behind were the band's vehicles, a BMP-III APC and 4 Ural trucks.

"Alright boys, time for air practice," stated Herman as he twiddled with imaginary bass guitar.
"Wahhooo air practice!" Wolfgang began crooning into an imaginary microphone. "My soul and spirit will go on..."
"We can actually afford instruments these days, y'know" stated Nikita as Ivan stoicly plucked his air guitar, reclined in his bus seat.
"But..but it's tradition!" Herman spluttered. "Don't make me pull rank on you."
The band broke into a rather spirited rendition of 'Broken on the Grand Line'

Following behind were the band's vehicles, a BMP-III APC and 4 Ural trucks.

Nova glanced back and smiled at Ivan, mainly.

'Here we are boys....the hotel' she said.
'If you ever need or want anything, let the hotel staff know, I will be staying in room 96 if you guys need me' Nova said, trailing her pink suitcase into the hotel reception.

'Totalslava' exited the bus and stood in front of the hotel, bewildered.
"This place is massive," remarked Herman, "it's bigger than anything I've ever seen."
"That's because you've never been in a city before," Nikita scoffed.
"Not true, me and Wolfgang took part in that levelling of that Atopian city...Bum..bumbourge or whatever it was called?"
"I don't care, it was really scary though! WHEEEE hotel!" Wolfgang wooped.
"Can we just go in?" asked Ivan, his tone neutral, brushing a speck of dust from his leather jacket.
"Okay guys, let's go in. Who are we?" asked Herman.
"TOTALSLAVA!" came the reply as the 4 band members yelled in unison.
"Let's walk."
The band members walked through the doors and stood in the hotel entrance.
"Keys for Totalslava please," Herman asked a random hotel staff member whilst Ivan walked up to the front desk.
"Have a boquet of flowers, nothing too big, sent up to room 96 care of Ivan. Put it on Totalslava's tab."
Outside, the convoy had stopped and was beginning to unload equipment and luggage. The band's private security detail left 3 men with the convoy, whilst 2 stayed close to the band.

Nova saw the boys off and smiled, she then caught a lift, and found her way to her normal room, she sat down and there was a knock at the door she opend it and was bamboozled with flowers.

'thanks?' she said reading the note and blushing, she unpacked her clothes and went out to the tennis court and she started the ball machine, she wore her usual white top and skirt with her hair tied up tight in a ponytail.

To: Nova Jennings, Euphorictrance

The People's Republic of H-Town Tejas would like to send a few people from our country over to your music festival. Also, a large piece of Tejanos would like to attend, myself included. The following acts would like to perform at your concert (all of them are rappers).

Enrique "N-Rique" Balthasar Castaneda Ubico, representing San Angelo, PRH-TT
Juan Miguel "El Guerilla" Morales Garcia, representing New Fukuoka, PRH-TT
Fujikawa "Kakumei" Ayako, representing Santa Miguela, PRH-TT
William "MC Revolutionary" Long, representing Ciudad Nagaraku, PRH-TT

Peace,
President of the PRH-TT/Chairman of the Tejano Worker's Party Nagaraku Ryouta

To: Nova Jennings, Euphorictrance

The People's Republic of H-Town Tejas would like to send a few people from our country over to your music festival. Also, a large piece of Tejanos would like to attend, myself included. The following acts would like to perform at your concert (all of them are rappers).

Enrique "N-Rique" Balthasar Castaneda Ubico, representing San Angelo, PRH-TT
Juan Miguel "El Guerilla" Morales Garcia, representing New Fukuoka, PRH-TT
Fujikawa "Kakumei" Ayako, representing Santa Miguela, PRH-TT
William "MC Revolutionary" Long, representing Ciudad Nagaraku, PRH-TT

Peace,
President of the PRH-TT/Chairman of the Tejano Worker's Party Nagaraku Ryouta

Nova heard her PDA go, she replied to the message.
'That would be brilliant, send your groups over with an ETA and i will meet and greet'

Bump

To: Nova Jennings

They'll come in at...12:30 you guys's time, tomorrow, on Tejana de Aviación. Once again, thanks for letting us come.

President of the PRH-TT/Chairman of the Tejano Worker's Party Nagaraku Ryouta

12:30, the next day...

A red Tejana de Aviación Il-86 touched down at the airport in Euphorictrance. The plane was full of Tejano citizens, this one was currently carrying 240 of them, almost the airliner's entire capacity. The last ten seats belonged to Chairman Nagaraku Ryouta, his son Nagaraku Katsuro, his daughter Nagaraku Ran, Foreign Minister Mikel Aritza, General Nakahara Saki, Vice President Josefa Phạm, Enrique "N-Rique" Baltasar Castaneda Ubico, Juan Miguel "El Guerilla" Morales García, Fujikawa "Kakumei" Ayako, and William "MC Revolutionary" Long.
The 240 Tejano civilans got off the plane and went off to go to rental car lots, or to however they were going to get around the country.
"Yo, and that's only the first damn plane," Chairman Nagaraku said, which drew a few laughs from everyone.
"So, Chairman N, where the fuck are we supposed to be staying?" Kakumei asked, plopping down on a terminal bench.
"Ah, some cheap-ass motel," Katsuro said, "You know Dad always books shitty hotels when we go abroad."
"So, how are we supposed to get to said shitty hotels?" N-Rique said.
"Well, first, we supposed to wait for this Jennings lady to show up and greet us," Phạm said, "So sit your ass down on this bench and wait for her."

By now the band's entourage had settled into the hotel and all of their equipment had been sorted into the appropriate vehicle, ready for transportation.

'Totalslava' were busy relaxing in their suite when a knock came at the door. They had removed their long-hair wigs, revealing instead that each member of the group had incredibly short hair.
"Who is it?" Herman asked, tired from the exertion of getting out of bed after one too many glasses of champagne.
"Security sir," came the muffled response. Herman opened the door and sure enough, one of the group's security detail was standing there in his dark suit and sunglasses.
"What is it man?" Herman groaned as he attempted to shield his eyes from the harsh artificial lighting in the corridor.
"News just in for you sir," the security man handed Herman a slip of paper and then left. Herman closed the door behind him and stumbled back into the main area of the suite where the rest of the band were occupying themselves in various ways. Nikita looked up from a book and scoffed,
"so you can actually walk today? Bleedin' miracle that is."
"Can it guys," Herman said as he clutched to the top of a sofa for support, his legs were feeling a bit wobbly. He read the piece of paper and told the band,
"Looks like some damn commie rappers are here to perform as well."
"We'll crush them with the power of meeeeeetaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal!" yelled Wolfgang, slamming the table with his fist.
Herman looked sceptical, but instead turned to Ivan who was busy staring down at the tennis courts.
"What do you think Ivan?"
Ivan simply shrugged, then mimed a pistol shooting with his fingers.
"WOOOO yeah, go Ivan!" Wolfgang was clearly excited at the idea of that. With that, Ivan went into his room and changed into a shirt and jeans with a pair of shades.
"Where you off to?" Herman demmanded, "We're going to practice in an hour!"
"I'll be back" stated Ivan, walking out of the suite and past the security man stationed there. Checking his suit pocket for his own protection, Ivan headed down to the foyer and stood outside the hotel, taking in the feel of the city.

Nova had finished her work out on the court, she had showered and got changed into another skirt and top, she came out the front of the hotel with a cigarette in her mouth, she bumped into Ivan.

'oh god, I'm so---Oh hello' she said blushing,
'thanks for the flowers' she added.

Ivan gave a faint smile and turned to her.
"It was nothing," he said, "I have an hour before practice. What can I do?"

Meanwhile, the first of 80,000 Skgorrian civillians were being flown into the country in anticipation of the concert...

Ivan gave a faint smile and turned to her.
"It was nothing," he said, "I have an hour before practice. What can I do?"

Meanwhile, the first of 80,000 Skgorrian civillians were being flown into the country in anticipation of the concert...

'well....It meant alot to me' she said smiling, she sorted her hair out.

'Well I need to go and pick up the other group from the airport, I don't want you to miss your rehearsal' she said flushing red in her golden cheeks.

"So, you guys know of anybody else who supposed to be here?" El Guerilla asked, taking a gulp from his big can of malt liquor.
"Just one, according to this sheet," MC Revolutionary said, "Some band called 'Totalslava,' from...shit."
"Shit? Damn, that country screwed itself over by naming itself that!" Ran said, not turning away from Volume 2 of "My-HiME."
"No, that's not the country," MC Revolutionary said, "They're from that fascist shithole Skgorria."
"Skgorria? You know, you really could have just stuck with 'shit,'" Aritza said.
"Ah, fuck it. I bet those fascist fucks splurged and are in a luxury hotel. We probably won't have to see them anywhere except the festival," Chairman Nagaraku said, "Besides, almost every single one of us is ex-EPT, we could take 'em."
"Damn right we could, us and the 85,000 (sorry, had to match you :p) other Tejanos who are about to be up in this!" Kakumei said.
Indeed, the government had bought 85,000 tickets to the festival and put them on the streets of Tejano cities, selling them in government-run stores and giving a certain amount to local radio to give out. They should all be in Euphorictrance in time for the show...

Nova had to rush, she got in the bus and drove to the airport to pick up the group.

She got out and walked over.

'Hey, I am Ms Jennings, welcome to our nation, I greatly anticipate your performance' Nova said smiling.

"Hola!" Phạm said, looking up at Nova, "It's great to be here, and we greatly anticipate the festival."
Phạm stood up, picking up her bag. All the others followed suit.
"I guess we should introduce ourselves," she continued, "I'm Vice President Josefa Phạm, this is Chairman Nagaraku Ryouta, these two are his illegitimate kids, Katsuro and Ran..."
"She really doesn't need to know that..." the three Nagarakus said in low voices.
"Oops," Phạm said, "Anyways, this is Foreign Minister Mikel Aritza, this crazy Jap girl is Fujikawa Ayako, AKA Kakumei, this one is Juan Miguel Morales, AKA El Guerilla, this one is Enrique Castaneda, AKA N-Rique, and finally, this one is William Long, AKA MC Revolutionary."
"So, there a bus outside or something?" she asked.

Aslanites Against loaded their equipment into their lorry, along with posters promoting one of their many causes. They would travel in the tour bus, this being one gig in their 'Enslavement Tour', lasting for nine months after the release of their latest album 'Human Trade'.

They had just finished their latest show in New Bonzawaniia, packing 500 thousand people in, a capacity crowd. The four members were feeling great, and phoned up the leader of an anti-slavery pressure group asking how the campaign was going. Between gigs and writing of new material, Aslanites Against actively campaigned for what they believed in.

It was something special to be in this band.

"Hola!" Phạm said, looking up at Nova, "It's great to be here, and we greatly anticipate the festival."
Phạm stood up, picking up her bag. All the others followed suit.
"I guess we should introduce ourselves," she continued, "I'm Vice President Josefa Phạm, this is Chairman Nagaraku Ryouta, these two are his illegitimate kids, Katsuro and Ran..."
"She really doesn't need to know that..." the three Nagarakus said in low voices.
"Oops," Phạm said, "Anyways, this is Foreign Minister Mikel Aritza, this crazy Jap girl is Fujikawa Ayako, AKA Kakumei, this one is Juan Miguel Morales, AKA El Guerilla, this one is Enrique Castaneda, AKA N-Rique, and finally, this one is William Long, AKA MC Revolutionary."
"So, there a bus outside or something?" she asked.

'look...its there' she said pointing.
'the chaffeur is waiting, shall we?'

"Okay, yo, we all rolling out!" Chairman Nagaraku said. The group of Tejanos began walking over towards the vehicle Nova had for them. As was the way of Tejano people, they got in, threw all of their stuff onto one particular seat, and sat down, immediately breaking into random conversations with each other.
"This is the place we got rooms at," El Guerilla said, pulling a slip of paper out of his baggy jeans.

"Okay, yo, we all rolling out!" Chairman Nagaraku said. The group of Tejanos began walking over towards the vehicle Nova had for them. As was the way of Tejano people, they got in, threw all of their stuff onto one particular seat, and sat down, immediately breaking into random conversations with each other.
"This is the place we got rooms at," El Guerilla said, pulling a slip of paper out of his baggy jeans.

'yup' Nova said smiling, hoping Ivan would still be back at the hotel, she was going to go and watch them practise.

From the Desk of Comrade General Seceratary Mikhail Illianovich

To: Comrade Jennings
From: General Seceratary Illianovich
Subject: Festival
Priority: First class
CC: National Archives of the USSNA, The offices of Novoy Vrema.

Mrs. Jennings, Northasia would be interested in sending our finest composer, Comrade Josef Toltsov, to your festival. Expect an Antonov AN-225 about 2:30 your time. We will send him a police escort (he is a national icon), if that is not a problem.
http://www.aerospaceweb.org/aircraft/transport-m/an225/an225_05.jpg

OOC: I may have to leave for a bit. Just to let you know i'm not ignoring anyone.

OOC: No offence taken H-town Tejas, just one question: what is the EPT? And try picking a fight with my band and you're in for a nasty surprise...:p

IC:

Ivan had gotten bored of hanging around the front of the hotel, so as was his way he began telling war stories to anyone who would listen. His target: a rather stoic looking doorman.
"...so then of course I hit the school with my BMP's cannon," Ivan's eyes glistened as he recalled tales of his exploits from long ago, "well look at the time I have to go." With no more explanation he left, leaving a rather baffled and confused doorman who had just endured over an hour of horrific war stories from a strange man.

The practice room had been arranged by the manager, and Ivan nodded to the 2 Skgorrians guarding the door. As he pushed the door open, he saw the rest of the band tuning their instruments. Without a word Ivan picked up his guitar and began to tune it. Soon the band were ready to play.
"Alright untermensch!" screamed Wolfgang, "are you ready to rock?" Silence greeted his words, as no-one was in the rather sizable hall.
"Shut up and play," growled Nikita.
"From the top, hit me with Broken on the Grand Line". Nikita did a brief lead-in before all the other members joined in to sing their smash hit.


Orders out
Boots strapped on
How long until
They send the bomb
Locked n loaded
Ready to die
Time to practice
Your final cryyyy

BROKEN ON THE GRAND LINE
Smashed until your will is gone
BROKEN ON THE GRAND LINE
Decision time has coooome

Speeding to your doom
Your time is almost up
Don't think of all those things
You will be giving up
Think instead with pride
You're giving your life and blood
And fighting on Hitler's side!!

BROKEN ON THE GRAND LINE
Smashed until your will is gone
BROKEN ON THE GRAND LINE
Decision time has coooome

"This looks like the right place," began Captain Brand, "Hall number 56, Skgorrian Rock Group Totalslava... yep, this is it. Come on lads, been ages since I listened to that lot. Better than Skrewdriver if you can believe that!"

The five Atopians who made up Five Minute Hate strolled through the doors and into a vast, cavernous, seemingly empty hall. At the other end, on stage, was Totalslava, still singing Broken on the Grand Line.

"Hey," smirked the drummer, Jakob, "I was there when they did break on the Grand Line. Heh. Good times, good times..."

Only the strong will prosper
The weak will stagger and fall
They sit and complain
About what fate they shall before
But the New Man doesn't heed them
He stands upon the brink
Any who fail and falter
Then their blood he shall drink!

BROKEN ON THE GRAND LINE
Smashed until your will is gone
BROKEN ON THE GRAND LINE
Decision time has coooome

But lo, stop and listen!
*Instruments stop utterly, until a faint sound of trumpets begins and gets louder and louder*
Zionbane has come! *Instruments start again*
They're smashing all the damn Yids
And blowing them to kingdom come!
Those who manned the Grand Line
Showed bravery and valour
But now the SS is here
All will fear our power!

BROKEN THROUGH THE GRAND LINE
They were smashed until their will was gone
BROKEN THROUGH THE GRAND LINE
Victory has come!


As the song finished, all of 'Totalslava' raised their right arm in salute of fallen comrades.

"Look, Atopians!" yelled Herman.
"WAHHHOOO, hey guys!" called Wolfgang, tripping over in happiness.

As Five Minute Hate stopped applauding, they raised their right arms in greeting.

"Awright lads," called Brand, "Good song that, though you've got to admit Zionbane came off worse against our APAVs. Anyway, that's all in the past - fancy a drink?"

"Heil," Herman casually clicked his heels together and raised his right arm to return the greeting. The others copied him.
"Yeah, Zionbane didn't do too well. But Landstorm Skgorrian and Black Standard came right in there, and then it was pretty much clean pickings to the capital. Got to admit, when the Field Marshall later threw half-strength Ziobane against a full AWPM Army group...that was blood and honour there," he stated.
"Heck yeah!" Wolfgang saluted, "blood and honour to Zionbane!"
"BLOOD AND HONOUR!" the SS men bellowed back, it being the divisional tradition to scream the motto whenever it was mentioned.
"Drink would be nice, we're done for the day," Nikita proposed as he kicked over his drums

"Indeed it was - but by that time your Paras and our Blackshirts had already done the gruntwork," declared Jakob, "right, that's that sorted, now - anyone got a good pub in mind?"
"I saw one on the way in," piped up the diminutive lead singer, Karol, "and we can take our APAV there!"
"Excellent," cried Brand, "follow us to the pub! Action!"
"Unity!" chorused the Atopians, as they sprinted for the exit, leaving their instruments on the floor.

"Wha.." Herman was stunned at the speed at which the Atopians had sprinted off.
"LET'S GOOOO!" wooped Wolfgang as he leapt off the stage and ran to the door, "we'll take the Bump." Nikita instantly brightened up and sprinted away, dragging Herman with him. Sighing, Ivan followed, quickly typing a message on his Com-Sat for the crew to clean up after them.
"Oi! Atopians!" yelled Herman. "We'll fooking race yah! Get your damn tank to the front of the hotel and we'll meet yer there!" The band raced off to find their APC...

"You're on," yelled Nikolai, as he leapt into the APAV.
"Hey, Nik," called Karol as she climbed into the commanders' seat, "We're not supposed to drive while on combat stims, are we?"
"No, but who cares? We shouldn't've mixed booze with stims either!"

Laughing, the crew of the APAV gunned it forwards to the front of the building...

"Strap yourselves in men," ordered Nikita, taking position at the driver's seat. Ivan took the command position, whilst Herman sat in the back and Wolfgang took the gunner's seat.
"Is it wise letting him sit there?" asked Herman, playing with a spare pistol that someone has absent-mindedly left there. The only response he got was a shrug from Ivan, as the others were busy focusing on their tasks: Nikita was moving the BMP to the hotel front, and Wolfgang was whipping the turret around to point at small children and yelling "BOOM!" as loud as he could.

As the BMP moved next to the APAV, Nikita yelled, "We'll go when Herman fires his pistol." Herman leaned out of the crew hatch at the rear and fired a round into the air. Nikita put his foot flat down and the race had begun...

"Forwards," screamed Karol as the gun went off, "forwaaaaaaaards!"

But by then Nikolai, senses and reflexes enhanced by combat stims, had already accelerated, crushing two cars and breaking a motorbike. The APAV didn't even register the hits, reaching its road-max speed of 50km/h in just four seconds...

Herman was thrown backwards and knocked his head against the hatch, making him unconscious.
"Steady now," Ivan muttered, wondering how on earth he'd got into this.
"Atopian sods, we'll take 'em!" yelled Nikita. The APAV had a slightly quicker acceleration, but the BMP-III had a higher top-speed of 70 kmph. As the Skgorrians passed the Atopians, Ivan cracked a rare grin and gave a two-finger salute.

ooc: El Ejército Proletariado Tejano, Spanish for Tejano Proletariat Army. Now the Tejano army, back in the day freedom fighters against a fascist regime. Everyone except Katsuro and Ran in that group was in it for some period of time.

IC: As the bus got moving, El Guerilla threw his bag onto the seat where everyone else had done the same and sat down next to Nova.
"So...Nova, right? We the only band stayin' wherever this hotel is?" he asked, taking off his New Fukuoka Guerillas cap. It was a trivial question that he didn't much care about the answer to. He was just attempting to make conversation. Well, that, and to make sure that the Chairman's hypothesis on where the fascist metalheads (the two usually went hand-in-hand in Tejas, anyways) were staying was actually correct.

Tolstov stepped off the plane, looking into the dimming sunlight. Four tall, uniformed, armed guards stepped off with him. Behind the plane, workers loaded off four motorcycles for the police officers, and a limosine for Josef. He straightened the tie on his new black suit, and picked up a violin case and a black suitcase full of clothes. He was staying in a hotel payed for by the Northasian Government. He stepped into the limo, which had a pair of Northasian flags on each fender, showing the status as a government vehicle. The driver started off for the hotel.

OOC: this is easier

Nova waited for the other groups and took them all back to the hotel.

She went and showered and got herself ready for evenings rehearsals, she made herself up, she wore a tartan skirt just above her knees and a black strap top, she made her way past the Skgorrian rooms, she knocked on the main room and waited for it to be opened....

OOC: Oh, but tank racing is so fun :p

IC:

"Oi! Door!" bellowed Nikita from the bathroom as he struggled to disguise the ugly scratch on his face he had picked up in the bar.
Wolfgang looked up from the TV in confusion.
"My name's not door, sorry sir! No sir, I can't do any more. Just make it stop sir PLEASE!" Wolfgang fell off the sofa and hugged his knees, rocking back and forth.
Herman said nothing as he was busy in his room sorting his costume out for the reherasal, leaving Ivan to answer the door who was now fully dressed up in his rocker garb. He opened the door and smiled at Nova, but said nothing.

ooc: I'm assuming the "Main Room" is where these rehearsals are supposed to be. If not, say so.

IC: The four artists from Tejas, along with Vice President Phạm, General Nakahara Saki, and Chairman Nagaraku were waiting in front of the door to the room where the rehearsals were supposed to be when Nova showed up. Hadn't been able to get in, maybe she had the key.
The six Tejanos were dressed like your average Tejas gangstas. All except Phạm and Kakumei were wearing baggy, sagging jeans. Phạm's and Kakumei's actually were somewhat normal-sized. El Guerilla wore a plain white tee and a red New Fukuoka Guerillas cap. N-Rique wore a San Angelo Assassins throwback and a red do-rag. Kakumei wore a black tank-top that read "新福岡ー1987年3月31日" on the front and had a graffiti-style hammer and sickle on the back. MC Revolutionary wore a black shirt with a picture of Fujita Ichiro on the front and a red bandana on his left arm.
"Yo, Nova! Lookin' fly!" Chairman Nagaraku shouted.
A collective sigh from the group. They were all used to the Chairman acting like that. Then, from El Guerilla, "You comin' to let us in here?"

OOC: Oh, but tank racing is so fun :p

IC:

"Oi! Door!" bellowed Nikita from the bathroom as he struggled to disguise the ugly scratch on his face he had picked up in the bar.
Wolfgang looked up from the TV in confusion.
"My name's not door, sorry sir! No sir, I can't do any more. Just make it stop sir PLEASE!" Wolfgang fell off the sofa and hugged his knees, rocking back and forth.
Herman said nothing as he was busy in his room sorting his costume out for the reherasal, leaving Ivan to answer the door who was now fully dressed up in his rocker garb. He opened the door and smiled at Nova, but said nothing.

Nova smiled, her heart was beating fast.
'I just came to check everything was ok?' she asked quietly, tucking her soft hair behind her ears.

"Oh yeah, everything is great. We're just cleaning up after the race and the 'incident' at the bar. We're just heading down to practice now, care to come along?" Ivan invited. The rest of the band had shambled to the door with mixed mutterings and swearings - it was time for Totalslava to do their thing.

'ok as long as your behaving' she said winking.

'sure' Nova said, she walked down with them at the back with Ivan.

She was quiet for a change. She was very excited to see them perform.

OOC: the main room is the individual bands common room kinda thing....these are bigger almost conference rooms in each wing.

"We're behaving as well as any group of SS men would" chirped Herman.
" 'Pride of Skgorria' my ass, we're a bunch of drunken fools," spat Nikita.
"But it's fun!" Wolfgang whined.
"True" assented Nikita, in a rare positive tone. Ivan seemed happy to be walking next to Nova in that he was smiling for once.

As the band neared the practice room, they saw a bunch of comically-dressed people standing outside.
"The ghettos are a few hundred miles back that way!" joked Herman, pointing over his shoulder.
"Makes me wish I was still in Special Action Division," wished Ivan, sizing the group up. Wolfgang walked up to the door and saw that it was locked, so he shoulder-barged it in.
"WAHOOO! Room clearance drills and practice!" He was clearly excited about performing.

As Totalslava took the stage and started tuning their instruments, Ivan asked Nova,
"How many songs are we playing before that lot have a go?"

'guys....behave' she said smiling

'You can play as much as you like' she said standing close to him, she looked cold, but trying to disguise it. He looked so handsome, she was trying not to look stupid, so she went and sat down.

Winking, Ivan picked up his guitar. The band started with "Hail to Skgorria"

Raise sails head for the open sea.
With sails full of wind - our hearts
Overflow with belief.

The guest for the grail to Skgorria
We sail, with our steel. we
Bring what was lost. if
Lives are the cost, let it be.

Strong she stands - reaching her
Hand. brave and grand. on Skgorrian
Ground - we were born. proudly
We return. - to Skgorrian lands

Hail, hail, hail.

We march from the hills
Down to Skgorria City. -
Join raise your hand - or hide
When we ride not for their pity.

The sign of the hammer and
The black winds blow through
The night. long was our wait
Our meeting with fate is tonight.

Strong she stands - reaching her
Hand. brave and grand. on Skgorrian
Ground - we were born. proudly
We return. - to Skgorrian lands

Hail, hail to Skgorria-
Hail, hail, hail.

Standing tall - one and all -
Light the hall. -

Years have passed - Ive dreamed
Of this day.
As we raise our hands - we
Proudly say.

Hail, hail to Skgorria -

Nova blushed and listened, it sounded amazing, it would sound ten times better live on the stage.

'thats was fab guys....really good' she said clapping.

ooc: Sure, sure, going back down to other post...

IC: The four artists from Tejas, along with Vice President Phạm, General Nakahara Saki, and Chairman Nagaraku were meandering towards the main room, in which they were supposed to go rehearse.
The six Tejanos were dressed like your average Tejas gangstas. All except Phạm and Kakumei were wearing baggy, sagging jeans. Phạm's and Kakumei's actually were somewhat normal-sized. El Guerilla wore a plain white tee and a red New Fukuoka Guerillas cap. N-Rique wore a San Angelo Assassins throwback and a red do-rag. Kakumei wore a black tank-top that read "新福岡ー1987年3月31日" on the front and had a graffiti-style hammer and sickle on the back. MC Revolutionary wore a black shirt with a picture of Fujita Ichiro on the front and a red bandana on his left arm. The Chairman was wearing a red hoody with "Ejército Proletariado Tejano" printed on it, and Phạm and General Nakahara were wearing almost identical rainbow tanktops with "PRH-TT LGBT Party" printed on them.
"God damn it, Josefa, you have nix in the way of any idea where this is," Chairman Nagaraku said to Phạm.
"Urusei!" Phạm said, turning down a hallway in the exact opposite direction the map told her to if she wanted to go to the main room. She eventually reached...the fire escape.
"Nani kore?!" Kakumei said after walking for a bit in the opposite direction, "What the fuck is this shit-ass fascist rock?"
The five others froze, then sighed.
"I guess we know where the hell this main room is," N-Rique said, "And who the hell is in it."
The six entered the room, all sitting in random seats.

Tolstov will be playing the internationale (http://www.iet.ntnu.no/~makarov/temporary_url_20060919zkkfg/internationale-ru.mp3) With the aid of the Northasian Army chorus, which was late, and so he couldn't make it to hte rehearsal last night. Sorry.

OOC: I really was busy last night, Sorry. :headbang:

And so 'Totalslava' continued their set, playing a mixture of their own material and covers. The songs included:
'My Soul And Spirit Will Go On'
'Acthtung! Panzer'
'Bloodbound'
'Ghetto Clearance'
'White Man, Total Power'
'Sieg Heil Skgorria'
'The Horst Wessel Song' (Metal version)

"I'm exhausted" gasped Herman, letting his arms drop and his bass hang on the sling.
"You need more calisthenics then," stated Nikita, emerging from behind his huge drumkit.
"I'm the fittest out of all of you," snapped Herman.
"No you're not," reminded Ivan, not bothering to look up from cleaning his guitar.
"True" Herman shrugged.
"GUYS! That was AMAYZIN!!!!!!" Wolfgang wooped, running around in circles. "I can't WAIT until the show."
"Hopefully you won't have long to wait," hoped Herman as the band left the stage, leaving their crew to remove all the instruments. They made their way to seats, but Nikita caught the sight of 6 strangely dressed people sitting in apparently random places and walked over to Nova.
"Miss, someone has let some homeless people in, they need to be removed."

Tolstov picked up his violin case. He was headed to a room downstairs where he could practice. The chorus had just arrived, and set up downstairs. He took the elevator down, and saw a group of homeless fighting with the security. He walked in and pulled out the violin, which had a family picture with his parents tucked in between the strings (one of his most prized possesions), as always. They started off on the Internationale (the Norhtasian National Anthem), and Tolstov noticed some other hotel guests forming an audience and looking on in awe. As the song came to a finish, the small audience of morning wanderers clapped and cheered on for an encore. He flipped through the sheet music, lloking for another song. He settled on Katyusha, which he could sing with his impeccable Russian.


"Rastsvetali yabloni i grushi,
Poplyli tumany nad rekoy;
Vykhodila na bereg Katyusha,
Na vysokiy bereg, na krutoy.

Vykhodila, pesnyu zavodila
Pro stepnogo sizogo orla,
Pro togo kotorogo lyubila,
Pro togo chyi pisma beregla.

Oy, ty pesnya, pesenka devichya,
Ty leti za yasnym solntsem vsled,
I boytsu na dalnem pogranichye
Ot Katyushi pereday privet.

Pust on vspomnit devushku prostuyu,
Pust uslyshit, kak ona poyot,
Pust on zemlyu berezhyot rodnuyu,
A lyubov Katyusha sberezhyot.

Rastsvetali yabloni i grushi,
Poplyli tumany nad rekoy;
Vykhodila na bereg Katyusha,
Na vysokiy bereg, na krutoy."
The audience cheered again as he took his bows.

OOC: an mp3 of the song: http://marxists.org/history/ussr/sounds/mp3/Katyusha.mp3

And so 'Totalslava' continued their set, playing a mixture of their own material and covers. The songs included:
'My Soul And Spirit Will Go On'
'Acthtung! Panzer'
'Bloodbound'
'Ghetto Clearance'
'White Man, Total Power'
'Sieg Heil Skgorria'
'The Horst Wessel Song' (Metal version)

"I'm exhausted" gasped Herman, letting his arms drop and his bass hang on the sling.
"You need more calisthenics then," stated Nikita, emerging from behind his huge drumkit.
"I'm the fittest out of all of you," snapped Herman.
"No you're not," reminded Ivan, not bothering to look up from cleaning his guitar.
"True" Herman shrugged.
"GUYS! That was AMAYZIN!!!!!!" Wolfgang wooped, running around in circles. "I can't WAIT until the show."
"Hopefully you won't have long to wait," hoped Herman as the band left the stage, leaving their crew to remove all the instruments. They made their way to seats, but Nikita caught the sight of 6 strangely dressed people sitting in apparently random places and walked over to Nova.
"Miss, someone has let some homeless people in, they need to be removed."

Nova was very impressed.
'well theres a gym here if any of you need to tone up, I know I do!'

"Right," growled Nik, "why the hell are we in this room? What happened to the APAV and the Skgorrians?"
"Dunno. Shut up. Head hurts."
"Thank you for that analysis, Karol," said Brand, "but we are in fact in the airport to await the arrival of our fans in 2nd Field Army. Look - here comes their first transport now..."

Several Hours Later:

As the last E-class super transport took off empty, the 500,000 men and women of 2nd Field Army began moving, their APAVs and other vehicles forming a snaking convoy from the airfield to the concert arena...

OOC: Double post you silly git :p

IC:

"A gym y'say?" panted Herman, "might be time to lose those few pounds. What do you reckon guys?" he turned to the other members.
"Pounds? Rounds? Out of ammo!!!" screamed Wolfgang, dropping and rolling as he clawed at his jacket for some ammunition for his imaginary rifle.
"He just needs some Chemical Enhancement Y-12 and he will be fine" stated Nikita, kicking Wolfgang gently in the back. "Let's get him back to the room" Nikita and Ivan picked up Wolfgang, with Herman following behind. Ivan smiled at Nova and said "see you later."

She blushed.
'Yeh ok' she said doing a cute little wave, she then walked back to her room and decided to go out for some late evening tennis, she put the bright floodlights on and started to smack the balls at blinding speed.

OOC: Double post you silly git :p

Awww. Deleted.

IC: As 2nd Field Army rumbled through the streets, Five Minute Hate began tuning up on the top of one of the APAVs...

bump

Yo, I know you think you heard all this shit before
From when grandpa pops a bottle and talks about the war
But you don't know nothin', kid, you wasn't there
So sit your ass down an listen to this shit right here...

That was Kakumei, going through for the last time the hook of her "Santa Miguela Story." The last song that they would be performing when they were at the festival. The main room was clear now, the fascists had left, as had Nova. The Northasian guys had left as well, leaving, well, only the Tejanos.
"Nice to know how respected we are around here," MC Revolutionary muttered, knocking back another bottle of beer.
"Sou, ne?" Kakumei said, sitting down next to him and taking a swig of a sake on the table. She had no idea at all to whom it belonged.
"Yo, let's not start talking like we're just going to be total openers or something," N-Rique said, sitting down with Revolutionary and Kakumei, "We're gonna go to that festival and we're gonna blow all of them away, huh?"
"Yeah," El Guerilla said, "We are. Now...whose turn is it to haul off the Chairman again?"
They all looked over towards their drunk leader and sighed...

She blushed.
'Yeh ok' she said doing a cute little wave, she then walked back to her room and decided to go out for some late evening tennis, she put the bright floodlights on and started to smack the balls at blinding speed.

OOC: BUMP

Aslanites Against's entourage rolled through customs with ease, although the guitarists suitcase marked with a large weed plant (with the words "Caution, drugs present" printed onto it) caused some slight problems. They had, alas, no idea where to go.

Their manager phoned the organisers of the event.

Nova's PDA buzzed, she answered it.
'I have arranged accomodation for you there, we will pick you up tommorrow at 10am, I am sorry but my driver is at home' Nova said, she flipped the PDA shut. And carried on whacking the balls.

"Sorry guys. Just come off the phone. Hope you dont mind spending a night in the coach?" Roy Ferrado tried his best, but sometimes thats all a manager could do.

He got onto the phone of Sali Records to tell them the band had arrived. Freddy sat twirling his sticks in his hands, playing air drums, as Fang knocked out a melodic yet heavy and low bassline almost silently. The lorry was behind them carrying all of their touring equipment.

"Hey, Roy? You reckon we could have a practice on the lorry? We could pull down the sides and even drive around? Those leaflets would come to use."

Roy turned around with a look in his eye of terror, relunctance and acceptance. It was a wierd combination. His face was a picture.

Nova finally got bored of playing, she looked up into Totalslavas set of rooms, all the lights on with banging music, she smiled, and then packed everything away, she put on her Euphorica Tennis Team jacket and skipped up the steps towards the loud noise......

'Totalslava' fell asleep after a hard day's playing and drinking. They awaited instructions for the following day...

Nova wore her smart black trousers with white shirt and tie black sleeveless waistcoat, her hair was down for once, she was trying to make a good impression, she knocked all the groups doors. First were Totalslava. She waited for one of them to open the door....

OOC: boreddd :headbang:

OOC: la la la....doo doo doo.....hmmmph :gundge:

OOC: waiting for Red Orchestra to install..... :headbang:

Nova wore her smart black trousers with white shirt and tie black sleeveless waistcoat, her hair was down for once, she was trying to make a good impression, she knocked all the groups doors. First were Totalslava. She waited for one of them to open the door....

BUMP

"Answer the fecking door!" groaned Nikita, his head pounding as he rolled over and placed a pillow over his head to drown out the noise.
"You do it you slob!" snapped Herman, clearly the worse for wear. "Should've listened to Ivan when he said 2 bottles was enough..." Herman turned green at the thought of what he had drunk last night.
For once, Wolfgang was silent, mainly because he was fast asleep. Rolling his eyes, Ivan rose from the sofa and moved to open the door. He was wearing his SS combat trousers and a green t-shirt with "Blood and Honour" scrawled barely legibly on its back by a red marker pen. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Ivan threw open the door and saw Nova.
"Good morning" he said, leaning against the doorframe for support.

'wow....ummm is everything ok?' Nova asked.

'You guys look.....like your recovering?' she said smiling,

'do you want anything? Because i can get you anything you want' Nova said, standing to Ivans eye advantage.

"Recovery is a good choice of word," agreed Ivan, "we got reminiscing about old friends we've lost. You drink a salute to each fallen comrade, but between the four of us we've known a lot of people that have given their lives for Skgorria and our race." Ivan sighed, casting his gaze up and to the right.

"We're also celebrating the end of a war, well it wasn't really a war. More of a genocide really. And we won." He turned to her and grinned. "You can get us anything you say?"

'well....within reason' she said winking, she slid alongside Ivan so she was kinda close next to him, she smelt lovely and enticing.

'Yes...war has covered our nation too, mainly in the East though' she added.

Bump

Suddenly Ivan began to spasm, his eyes rolled up into his head and he fell backwards, revealing a grinning Wolfgang brandishing a stun weapon.
"Anarchy in the UK!" he wooped, before running headfirst into a wall. Herman stepped over Wolfgang and began dragging Ivan back into the room as he looked up at Nova.
"A box of doughnuts and today's schedule please," he asked.

It was a busy airport terminal Yoimee was running through. She finally arrived in Euphorictrance after missing her first plane, losing her trumpet at her transfer destination and being peridocially stopped by over zellous security guards. "Hi." she said breathlessly to the customs

"Passport please."

"Sure." She searched but was having trouble. "Oh come on come on, it has to be here somewhere."

"Ma'am..."

"Somewhere, I just know it, come on this is by big chance this is always what I wanted to do..."

"Ma'am...."

"My life is just becoming a living..."

"Madam! Is that it right there?"

It was ontop of Yoimee's case. "Oh it is."

"Have a nice day ma'am."

She went outside the airport and tried to find some form of transportation.

"Excuse me do you...Pardon me do you....Thank you."

This wasn't a good start for poor Yoimee.

Suddenly Ivan began to spasm, his eyes rolled up into his head and he fell backwards, revealing a grinning Wolfgang brandishing a stun weapon.
"Anarchy in the UK!" he wooped, before running headfirst into a wall. Herman stepped over Wolfgang and began dragging Ivan back into the room as he looked up at Nova.
"A box of doughnuts and today's schedule please," he asked.

Nova looked a little concerned at Ivan and walked off, she returned later on with what they wanted, and slammed the door.
She went down to the tennis court and practised on her serve.

Nova looked a little concerned at Ivan and walked off, she returned later on with what they wanted, and slammed the door.
She went down to the tennis court and practised on her serve.

she looked at her watch and realised the bands should be lining up to practise, she didnt rush in this time, just walked, she didnt want to look obsessive to Ivan. She put her things in her usual locker and picked up her clipboard from the Hall reception and went in and waited.........

Totalslava sent a note down via a security guard:
"Wont be practicing today, need some sleep xxx"

Nova got the note, and left the hall, she went up to their rooms and delivered a note saying

GET BETTER SOON GUYS >.< xxxxx


She then went to the living area and watched the sport channel

Nova got the note, and left the hall, she went up to their rooms and delivered a note saying

GET BETTER SOON GUYS >.< xxxxx


She then went to the living area and watched the sport channel

Nova then went along the following morning and knocked and waited.

Nova then went along the following morning and knocked and waited.

'we need to start final rehearsals guys, the concert is tommorrow'

The band awoke the next morning, hearing their manager on the phone. "Can we get directions yet? We are due to play, and we know the show is soon. I need to know where to head to."

It seemed like the band were being ignored, intentionally or not it was to be seen. However, they had been added to the lineup.

The band awoke the next morning, hearing their manager on the phone. "Can we get directions yet? We are due to play, and we know the show is soon. I need to know where to head to."

It seemed like the band were being ignored, intentionally or not it was to be seen. However, they had been added to the lineup.


Nova hopped into her tour bus and when to go and pick the band up.
'I am so sorry guys' she said, opening the door, she let them all in and they drove back to the hotel.

Nova showed them to their rooms and then went to her laptop to finalise advertising.

Zach sat in the corner of the room sorting out a first version of a setlist. The band would talk it over and change it around. Freddy and Fang talked about their latest gig, a huge success, and one of their first since the end of the Aslan-Gafeur War. Stell was off somewhere else.

Suddenly the door opened, and a load "hooah" came from the doorway. It was Stell, with a guitar playing one of their songs 'The White West' on an acoustic guitar. Freddy grabbed some sticks twirling them in the air, before throwing one up and catching it launching into a drum fill before entering the song. Fang sat there nodding his head in time, and Zach sang the lyrics, pausing on the set list. This promised to be a memorable gig.