Author's note: Although this is a fictitious story, I still want to be as historically accurate as possible. That being said, here is the following that will be completely inaccurate.

I will not be including a year in this time setting, but ideally it will be in the sweet spot between Ville's post rehab and Bam's pre Missy separation. In theory that would be some time like 2007-2008, but I wanted bands like Nothing More and Starset to make an appearance, and they didn't launch until about 2013 or so. That being said, I haven't posted (Let alone written) A fan fiction since ye olden days of Quizilla. Hang in there and let me know what you think!

Time was running out, and he knew it.

The television set in the corner of the room was the only thing emitting any light, casting dancing colors across Seppo's face.

Fall was starting to creep it's way across northern Europe, and every falling leaf was another reminder that Seppo was still unsuccessful in finding an opening act for HIM's upcoming tour.

There were groups that were almost always obvious; CKY, The 69 Eyes, many others...

And nothing.

The bottom of the barrel had been scraped. Every phone call, negotiation turned argument, all had been in vain. Who needs an opener anyway? He thought to himself. Oh almost everyone ever.. Countered the other half. Opening bands were a crucial element to the music scene. They warmed up the crowd, got them excited for the headliner. Normally a music group would have up to three opening acts. And here Seppo was, groveling in his misfortune, dreading the phone call he would have to make soon to inform the band that he was unable to even find one.

He grabbed the remote and started mindlessly changing the channels, his mind slowly sinking into it's fate of total annihilation.

Weather, sports, sit-com, rom-com, more sports, more weather...

He raced past a channel that for a brief moment displayed a woman's insanely huge smile. With a blank face Seppo retraced the channels until he was back to the woman's smiling face.

"But, uh, yeah, we're very fortunate." The woman was saying. She was pale, thin, with flowing red hair... and speaking completely in English. An American on Finnish television? Granted this was a public news station that covered stories farther than the reaches of Finland, but it seemed a little odd that they were covering a story off the east coast of the United States.

The camera shifted away from the glowing red-head and onto a petite woman with a bleach blonde pixie haircut. Oddly enough, this woman looked somewhat familiar.

"If you're just now joining us," The reporter started to say, "Were joined here by none other than Janiel Gallen, who was recently discovered to have migrated to the U.S. After her famed disappearance."

That's when it hit Seppo. A few years back, one of the biggest bank owners north of Germany, Leo Gallen, was seen pleading on television for his daughters safe return. She had been unseen for several days before Leo decided to turn to the press. Nobody could take the man seriously considering it was widely known that his daughter Janiel was a not-so-subtle-about-it homosexual, and Leo was a not-so-subtle-about-it bigot. Hell, half the Finnish population speculated that Leo had his daughter shipped away to some pray-the-gay-away type camp. Despite everyone's efforts, Janiel hadn't been seen again. At least not until now, anyway.

But what the hell is she doing in the U.S.?

Seppo had been tuning out the reporters conversation while in his deep state of thought.

"...this Friday. Tickets will be for sale at the door. You better be there!" Janiel had enthusiastically grabbed the mic that was still gripped in the reporters hand and gave the camera a fierce grin, a face that exclaimed Screw you dad, I'm lezing it up in the U.S.A.!

"The Arcane Few will be having their next live performance here at The Champ this upcoming Friday,"

Janiel and the reporter were gone and in their place was a previously recorded video. The first member he spotted was Janiel herself, her petite body mostly covered with a giant bass guitar. She handled it well despite her small stature. On the opposite side of the stage was a tall young man, with shaggy brown hair and a baby face that would make all the fan girls moisten their underwear. Looming from the back on drums, was less of a man and more of a wall. It would be more fitting if this native-american-esque giant used baseball bats instead of standard drum sticks.

But what caught Seppo's attention most of all was the phoenix rising at the front of the stage. In performance the fiery haired front-woman was a live flame. Despite her unbelievably long, red mane, the energy she put off through the television screen alone was intoxicating. Here clear green eyes pierced through the television screen and awoke an idea from inside Seppo.

Right at this exact moment, Seppo's phone began to ring. The noise made him jump. It was Ville.

"Hey big man..." Seppo said into the moth piece, his eyes never moving from the screen.

"Hey yourself.. I need some good news man. And soon."

"Well, your good news will probably have to wait until I get back from America."

"What? You're leaving? At a time like this?"

"Ville listen," Seppo turned away from the television; the lead singer's eyes were doing a number on his brain, he had to turn away to think clearly, "I think I might have just found something for us. I need you to hold on another couple of days. I promise if this comes through we'll be set."

Rather than a reply, Seppo received an exasperated sigh, then a flat tone in his ear.

He closed the phone in his hand, and brilliant, hopeful smile crept across his face.

Time to get on the first flight to Pennsylvania.