BotB: Wheee!

[Dante]

"Linkin Park. I know a lot of people don't really like them, but I think they're good. I have it on CD, in any case."

Johnny fished a CD holder from the pockets of his coat, then flipped it open. He withdrew a little black disc with "Meteora" on it, then handed it to Thumpman.

"Track 6. Let's see how it goes."

[Mr. Viewtiful]

"Oh, this one! That's a pretty good band. Here, lemme pop this in..." he put the CD into his turntable machine. "...and make a few adjustments..." he said as he truned a few knobs "...and the drum part should be edited out of the song. If you need anything, like a soda or a sandwich, I could grab one form the fridge if you'd like."

He smiled. "I don't know about you, but nothing gets me pumped up for a performance as much as root beer."

[Dante]

Johnny raised an eyebrow as Thumpman mentioned the part about editing the drums out.

"Didn't know you could do that... guess you learn something new every day."

"...If you need anything, like a soda or a sandwich, I could grab one form the fridge if you'd like."

"The performance pumps me up enough... but a Coke would be good."

He laid his staff against a wall, then tossed one stick to the other hand and spun them once in a quick flourish, remembering how it used to be when Uncle Mifune had first taught him how to hold his sticks properly. He lightly hit each drum, cymbal and bell once, and smiled.

These sound good, at the very least.

[Squishy Cheeks]

Firebird walked up to the competition. He moved smoothly and with purpose. A guitar case in his hand.

[Mr. Viewtiful]

Thumpman smiled as he went over to a vending machine by his drums. He punded two buttons, and two bottles of soda popped out, a root beer and a Coke. He picked them up and tossed one to GDK. "These vending machines always keep drinks cool, and I don't even have to pay for it!"

He settled down into his DJing stool, wiping the dust off of his turntables, and flipped on the 'Play' button. "Get ready, I put it on a 10-second delay so you could finish your warm-up." Good thing I rigged my DJ equipment so I could control the stereo from it. Saves time, and it let's me get to business easier.

[darkt0aster]

Abysmal strode in behind Firebird and stood motionless. He glanced down towards his closed laptop tucked under his arm as it gave a soft hum and finished booting. He looked up from the laptop and scanned the room.

[Dante]

Johnny tossed a stick up and caught the bottle with his now-free hand, then set it down. Wasn't the time for drinking now. He caught the other, then began flicking his wrists to limber himself up.

As the first strains of the synthesizer and electric guitar came through, he steeled himself, waiting for the rising sound that indicated when he should come in.

Now.

He tapped once on the cymbals with both hands as the thunderous guitar solo crashed down like a breaking storm, then quickly took one hand off the cymbals, setting up a steady beat with the other and hitting the drums with the first hand. It was hard, trying to keep two beats going at the same time, especially when he was getting so into the music.

But it was what he had to do, and so... he did it.

"It's easier to run
Replacing this pain with something numb
It's easier to go
Than face all this pain here all alone..."

[Mr. Viewtiful]

[OOC:] SS: You showin' up at the concert, or Thumpman's place? I'm assuming pretty much everyone is showing up at the concert, and Thumpman's not really lookin' for a band...(read my previous posts)[/OOC]

The song ended. That's gotta be one of the most spirited drummers I've ever seen, and I've seen a lot of drummers during my short time in the business.

Thumpman stopped the song at the end, sttod up, and walked over to . "You've done well. You really got it, man!" he said excitedly.

"Put the dollar in, get a diet coke..." the drummer said as he smoothed out a bill and put it into the machine. His eyes werent visible but he managed the buttons well. When nothing came out, he pressed the dollar return, and still nothing happened.

"Hey, whats up...its not sold out...wait, lemme see this..." He said as he leaned closer to the blinking display. It had previously flashed $1.00, and now was scrolling words. The drummer said them aloud as he read them.

"Sorry...fleshbag, we arent serving unwashed flea...bags...but, if you really need the coke-UMPH!" The UMPH wasnt spelled out, but was the sound the drummer made as a Diet Coke slammed into his nethers.

"What the hell was that for. Here, I'll show you fleabag." He said. As he talked his cymbals floated around him, and he withdrew his drumsticks which began to grow. He smiled toothily, then went to work on the insolent machine. After a few seconds of stress relief, he bent down and popped a can. As he turned around he came face to face with a couple of hundred more vending machines which had formed a menacing semi-circle around him.

"Eep."

[Psi_Zeta]

Z looked around at the competition. His eyes was scanning the equipment rather then the actual competitors unless of course they were female. Heck he even scanned the females that weren't competitors. He laid down his guitar case and popped it open and pulled out his guitar and sat down to practice. He started to slowly pick away at the strings then he slowly built up speed until he was full into Tantric's Breakdown. His eyes closed as he got pulled into the music. He opened his eyes suddenly by a females voice commenting "Hey that guys pretty good. He looked up at the girls and just grinned as he played.