Monica pulled up her shirt just enough so he could see the studs. Then she pushed Nick over into the crowd. "he was flirting with - dare i say the dreaded name - hanna. Maybe he's high or something.."

She grabbed a cup of cranberry juice mixed with vodka and took a sip. "Hey this is pretty good."

"Ugh." Zanna folded her arms. "I can't believe you flirted with that dirty rat!"
Luke nodded. "I myself don't like Hanna very much..."

Nick pulled himself out of the crowd and just shrugged, taking a cup himself. He looked down at his shirt and then rolled his eyes.

"What?" Monica asked.

"Lipstick," he answered bluntly. Sure enough, there was red crud on his shirt.

"Where's that from?" she asked.

"Crowd.." he said and then went into the bathroom.

"Ew?" Zanna said as she took a cup.

Monica looked over at the stage that their producer and some other, minor stage coordinators made for them. "So when d'ya think we'll go up?" she asked.

"Soon, I guess," Luke replied.
Zanna sipped her cranberry-mixed vodka. "Let's just hope we don't get so tippy we screw up on stage!" She laughed.

Monica laughed and looked down at her cup, then threw it into the trash. She walked into the garage and picked up her guitar, then walked back in.

"Well, let's go up in like 10, shall we?" she asked, strumming a few notes. Nick walked out of the bathroom and went into the garage. "Practice."

"Why not?" Zanna said. Her drumset was ready to roll and Luke walked to his "little corner".

Monica tapped the microphone. During three songs she sung back vocals. It worked. Nick stood by the main microphone stand. Monica and Nat began to play.e

While Luke ripped, Zanna's drumbeats were very powerful and in rhythem.

Nick began singing and then they played for another three minutes until abruptly, powerfully ending.

"Let's roll," Monica said, walking towards the door inside.

They went in and through the thick crowd of people screaming, whooping, and chatting away.

Monica got on the stage, followed by Nick and the rest of them. She tapped teh mike again and looked down at her guitar, unsure, yet totally ready.

Zanna sat in her place, positioning her hands right with the drumsticks so that she could go to the beat fast enough. Luke slid on his headphones and turned on his mixer.

"Gonna rock,
Gonna roll,
Gonna get out of control,

Gonna fly,
Gonna scream,
If ya know what I mean..."

Nick began singing, Monica backing him up and playing the guitar.