"Pff, as if," Michelle mocked, "I've seen my share of shit at these shows. I'll be hangin' in the corner." With that, she broke off and stood in the corner, looking as cool as one can while wearing a fanny pack.

"Ahhh, okay!" Holly practiced her grip on her friend's arm, but did not realize her claws had surfaced at the tips of her fingers.


Mitch Steel slammed down an empty water bottle backstage. "Told you assholes I could do it! Pay up!" Reluctantly, all but one of his bandmates passed forward what they had in their pockets. They couldn't deny that speed at which Mitch chugged his water; it was almost superhuman. The remaining player sat on a couch, working on his bass guitar. 

"I told you that wouldn't work out," he said, occasionally turning his ear to his guitar. "I tried to warn you both that he could do it. I could see it in his eyes," he told them.

"Dude, get off your magic bullshit. We lost, you don't have to rub it in!" 

"Yeah, well," The Bassist replied. "Listen, it's a packed house tonight. Let's not throw all our postshow drinking money at one person."

With that, the band got ready to play.