[quote=skieth]
 "Another thing where is Candy? I haven''t seen our beloved stripper named rhythm guitarist in a bit."
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"Psh! Stripper? Really Drake?" Behind Drake humorously quipped a young woman, slightly shorter than him, with a playful but well deserved slug on the guy's shoulder. Well she guessed being a stripper was better than looking like some Kurt Cobain knockoff, then again Out of Thin Air was one hell of an eclectic ensemble. It amused Candace how a group like this could function so well, so many different music backgrounds and definitely so many differentiating personas. The one Candace could seem to get along better with was Lucy, but that was simply for their die-hard love of all things metal, given that Lucy's tastes were a bit more extreme than Candy's. The stripper crack from Drake might've come though from how the rocker was dressed, fishnet stockings tattered and torn, a black leather miniskirt with a bullet belt clad around her waist, and an old Metallica: Master of Puppets tank that was torn at the navel, exposing her belly no less. But that was Drake, always the card of the band and definitely brought the charisma to the stage.

Giving a nice, "Sup guys." to the rest of her bandmates, Candace lugged her guitar and her Spider Amp across the stage, wiring it up in a matter of seconds to the rest of her rig and tuning it in for tonight's gig, which she could feel in her heart was going to be the best gig of their lives. Any gig was like that to Candace honestly. The roar of the crowd, the blasting mayhem of her insane riffs through a heavily cranked amp culminating so beautifully with the dark and sinister growls of Lucy's bass and the thundering fury of Ben's drums, it was such a euphoric sound to her, a noise like no other so full of life and energy. Oh yeah, tonight was gonna be kick-ass! A bit of a confident grin crossed her face as she plugged her cherished Gibson into her sound rig, hearing the resonant ring of the strings she struck come in nicely on clean before she kicked it into distortion. For the moment, she had her instrument in drop D, practicing a few riffs and whatnot at home, but just a slight turn on the sixth and back in E she was, fiddling around with her guitar and marveling at the power behind it. For some reason, she started playing the main riff to "No Remorse," a favorite song of her favorite band, however ceased when their manager began speaking in his wise and somewhat cynical way.

This was the big one alright, the gig that would finally shoot Thin Air into the major leagues or....fuck 'em over, which Candace was hoping wasn't what would happen. There was a bit of pressure on her, but no need to freak out. Just get up there and show the world who you are and have a good time while you're at it.