Tony tries to hold in his laughter. "Smacking rubber ducks? Uh..wow. I play guitar." He senses another opportunity to impress his newfound lady friend and grabs one of the two worn acoustics from their gear. He tries to think of a romantic song, but can't. Instead, he starts strumming away to "If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough" by Roger Alan Wade. He thought of trying to sing, but decided against it; his voice wasn't exactly a crowd pleaser. Sam tapped Erich on the shoulder to get his attention. "We're going to winnipeg, remember? Not every city in canada is named Medicine Hat."

Rob searches for something, anything that will stop the singing. He grabs the guitar from Tony and hands it to sam. "Hey sam, you should play us something! and sing, too, because...because you can sing without making this entire van suicidal."
Sam just looks at the guitar. "I don't know, uh, I haven't rehearsed anything..." very rapidly, the rest of the band (excluding tony, who just looks pissed) begin to cheer him on and encourage him.

Tony looks at nina and winks. "Don't worry about it." he also silently mouths 'thank you so much'. He wraps his arm around Chloe and pulls her even closer. "Hey Chloe, instead of singing backup, maybe you can find something else to keep your mouth occupied."
Rob shook his head. "Erich, we're in winnipeg. We need to get to Silverado's." He hands him his phone, which has a handy dandy GPS app. Sam looks around the van and shrugs. "Okay, uh, I don't really know what to play so...here it goes."
He starts playing a stripped down version of "Love?" by Strapping Young Lad, and before long Neil is tapping his hands on the window in time and Jeff is clapping along.

love,
is a way of feeling
love,
is a way of feeling less alone
so what's all the fuss about?

love,
the paradox of needing
love,
make way for breeding

as soon as that line come up, Tony turns to Chloe. "You're good at breeding, right?"

Tony shakes his head. "Uh, don't worry about it. Have you ever listened to my band?"
Rob grabs his phone before erich can smash it. "Uh, take a left up here, just make sure not to hit anything."

Tony lights up. "Hate, honey, it's Hate. But it's not important." He looks at the rest of the band. "This one is mine, boys. Be jealous." Although the only that actually looks semi jealous is Jeff. The rest of the band looks relieved.

Tony: Don't worry about it, I couldn't be mad at such a pretty face.
Rob points. "Up there. It's Silverados, we should probably start unloading.

Tony takes Chloe's hand and leads her out of the van. "It's so refreshing to be around a beautiful SINGLE woman for once." He looks at the others. "Me and chloe will head inside, you guys can handle the equipment."
The rest of the band gives him the evil eye and starts hauling stuff inside.

Sam: as far as we know, yes. quite some time.
Jeff: *slinging his bass over his shoulder, mumbling under his breath* i hope that fucker gets chlamydia.
They load their equipment into the venue and wait backstage.

Tony is busy flirting with Chloe when Sam pats him on the back. "Center stage, buddy. It's showtime."



As the Halloween Theme song plays over the PA, the crowd roars in anticipation. As the song reaches its peak, the boys nod to their friends and run on stage and begin to deliver their signature brand of death - metality. Throughout the show, Tony tries to show off by shredding unneccessarily. The rest of the band keeps giving him the evil eye. When the show finally ends, Tony all but throws his guitar down and heads back to Chloe.

SETLIST
1. Knee Deep In The Dead
2. Catechization
3. Faith Illusions
4. Sentenced to Hang
5. Cataclysm
6. Withering Entities
7. Still Counting / Deluge To Cleanse The Sinners
8. Mechanical Christ

Tony: *sighs* god, you are hot.
Jeff, who is holding his bass in the background, breaks a string. Rob facepalms so hard an audible smack is heard. The 20 drunken fans cheer on erich, chanting "Play 'Whipping Post!!!'"