As the theater was topped off by eager patrons, the lights dimmed, and the first opener, Darkstyle, appeared on stage. 

"'Sup dudes. We're Darkstyle, we're from Seattle, and we're ready to fuckin' kick it. Can you fucking dig that?" The singer tried his damnedest to get the crowd going, but nobody had ever heard of these guys, so it was admittedly hard to care. 

[i]This might as well be their first show,[/i] Holly thought, then added to herself, [i]But then again, it's mine too. I guess we'll see how this goes.[/i]

Without a second's hesitation, things got LOUD. Somehow even louder than before. "Ahhh, shit!" Holly screamed. She hadn't expected such an intense sound out of three scruffy looking dudes, and their opening riff literally shook the house. She gripped tighter to Sinead as they began their set. 


People in the crowd starting pushing on each other, starting a small pit. "People will mosh to anything these days, I guess," The Bassist said as he watched from the side. He was quite sure no one heard him. There he stood, watching and waiting for something, anything to help him. He felt that there was to be an uninvited guest at the show tonight, and he was absolutely not having anyone crash [i]his[/i] sold-out affair. 

Then, in a flash of emotion, he felt something- he knew where the lurker was. He pushed his way through the crowd, and sat down at the bar. The bartender gave him a look as he sat down, but The Bassist was use to such looks. Indeed, he was too focused on the deep aura sitting next to him, a small woman whose eyes were laser-focused on the stage. This was who he was looking for. 
"Amaretto Sour, on the rocks," he absently requested from the bartender. He was incredibly unfocused, and he felt something was blocking his dualsight- he couldn't see nearly as many outcomes as he normally could, and he felt everyone's aura shifting. This awful apparition had most likely sensed his ability and set up a barrier so that he wouldn't find them. 

But the Bassist was smarter. He knew what that stare meant: this poor human girl next to him had been enthralled by someone on stage, and it seemed to hold her tight. The Bassist knew better than to touch her in this state; that would be like setting off an alarm system that sics the most awful, repulsive demon on you that you can imagine. He struggled to gain control of his foresight. He needed to know who it was controlling her, and he knew he couldn't guess wrong. Looking out into the crowd, he saw a familiar set of faces- fellow MoonLead. God, did they send a scouting party? Why the hell were they always trying to crash his gigs? They knew he could handle it! He tried to hold back his disdain as the two approached him.