Battle of the Bands!
Coming to Star City! Enjoy the musical talent's of today's best bands!
For examples, enjoy the sonic cries of Black Canary, and the hypnotizing melodies of out only solo act, the Music Meister!
Event being hosted and paid for by the Moira Queen Foundation.

Dinah stared at the flier, before sighing. A new city. The same tour. Dinah looked out the bus as Heathcliff drove them into Star City. God she hated it here. The rain, to start. The nearly unrelenting downpour in this city was nearly as bad as how it seemed like Gotham was always at night. At least it was only in Gotham. Burnside at least had daytime there. And Barbara. She missed her friend, but that fiery red head was a pain in the ass sometimes. She loved her though. She smiled at the thought of her friend a bit. She'd finally gotten her whole situation fixed, with her 'impersonator'. That was a relief. She was pretty much on the edge of loosing her head there. Or at least she thought she was. Somewhat literally, it was her mind. But that was over. She closed her eyes, sticking her head out the vans window, letting the wind blow her hair back. From running a dojo, to being a member of some secret ops team, to a super hero. Dinah never expected herself to be here of all places. A rock band? As the lead singer no doubt. But it was a welcomed change. And not to sound egotistical, but she liked the name. 'Black Canary'. It was dumb, having the band named after her superhero alter-ego. But it's not like she wore a mask. So what was the point in trying to keep a secret identity?

"Dinah? You okay?" Lord Byron asked. She had probably been standing there talking to her for the past few minutes, while she zoned out. She nodded in response, smiling at Byron

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just not exactly excited about being... here." she said, waving her hand into the air. "Star City isn't exactly one of the nicer cities. Be nice if it was in a city that doesn't seem to always rain."

Byron shrugged lightly. Dinah looked over to Paloma, who had on her headphones, looking at a book. Lately, the two hadn't exactly seen eye-to-eye. Paloma didn't agree with the training. But she didn't know how, but Paloma was amazing with a sidearm. She had the best aim out of the whole band. She didn't understand. And since their spat, Paloma had stayed as far away from Dinah as she could. Ditto stayed quiet, keeping to herself, her fingers lightly plucking at the strings of her guitar. The kid never gave them much to go off of, but enough. Whatever she was, she was talented. That guitar trick in the shop had been something else. And then it was ruined by her husband, Kurt popping up after attacking her and Ditto? She felt like there was too much going on for them all.

The van pulled up to the collesium, where the event was being held. Usually this was the home of the Star City Tigers. But due to it being the off-season, and the infamous, Oliver Queen owning the building, arrangements were easily made and switched around. From what she'd heard of the guy, she didn't much care for him. He was just another playboy billionaire, trying to spend all his 'hard' earned money in any new way that he could. She did feel bad for him about his mother passing away. That would be hard on anybody. The van pulled to a slow stop, Heathcliff turning around, pushing his glasses back up on his nose

"Alright ladies and... Ditto?" he asked, uncertainly, not completely positive on how to classify Ditto. which went for about everyone on the bus. "While all of you register us in, please allow me the pleasure of sleeping. I think I took over about... Ten mile ago? so I'll be crashing here." he said, standing up and flopping onto the couch, releasing a content sigh.

"Can't argue with him there." Byron said, smiling and patting Heathcliff's head, before grabbing his hood and tugging it over the mans head, a muffled 'Unnecessary' heard from underneath it.

Byron passed Paloma, tapping her knee. The girl looked up, grabbing her laptop and tugging it under her arm. Ditto was next to Dinah without a sound, other than the light strumming of her guitar. Dinah stood up and smiled down at Ditto, lightly placing her hand on Ditto's head. Ditto just looked up at her, her fingers stopping for a moment, before looking back at her guitar, continuing the strumming.

"Let's go." Dinah said, walking with her band out of the van, heading to the collesium. Dinah looked over the crowds, her eyes scanning the people. Other bands, some people there to cheer on them as well. But that wasn't the real reason. With everything going on recently, she needed to be on her toes at all times. She paused, stopping mid-step. Her eyes stopped on a man across the lot. Red hair, a small tooth gap, and weird...weird glasses. He was just strutting around, walking as if he owned everything. Moron.

They walked through the gates onto the field. Bands were lined up, members talking with others. It was actually nice. Seeing as in a few days, all these bands would be going against one another for a grand prize total of some amount of money she couldn't remember. $20,000? Sounded right. She was only doing this because they were invited. Only a few select bands were invited. They stood in line for about half an hour, before they reached the table where they had to sign up. And Mr. Moneybags was right there. Of course. His concert, he'd be there. He actually was pretty handsome.

"Ladies. It's a pleasure to meet you. Black Canary, I assume." he said, standing and extending a hand. Dinah took it, giving it a slight shake "Nice grip Ms. Drake." he said, smirking slightly at her. "I'm Oliver Queen, as I'm sure you know." He moved around shaking the hands of Lord Byron, as well as Paloma. He held his hand out to her, and she just looked at him. After a few seconds of the two staring at one another he awkwardly put his hand away, causing Dianh to chuckle a bit

"Yeah, we're here for the signup." she said, watching as he took a seat right back where he'd been. He slid over the clipboard for her, and she leaned down, writing her name down, moving over so the others could as well.

"Well, in all honesty, it's great to have a butt kicking band in our show. Both on, and off of the stage. Not many... okay, anyone else here, has worked alongside the Justice League." he said, shrugging lightly. "We figured you gu- I apologize. Girls, would bring an extra spark to our show that we needed."

She opened her mouth to reply, before pausing. There was a small tingle in the back of her head, blinking. Out of nowhere, people started yelling across the field. She turned her head to see groups of band members attacking one another. Not the type of 'Battle of the Bands' she'd been expecting. More up her alley though. Possibly just said something and pressed a bad button.

"Stay here. You all have been training but whatever this is it's... Yeah..." she said, rushing forward.

She ran over to the crowd, pulling one person off the group watching the first aiming for her face at the last second. Her hand shot up, catching the guy's fist, spinning around and grabbing his arm, flipping him over her shoulder. He hit the ground hard, letting out a groan, slowly passing out. Some reason she was getting pissed, angry. She turned to face the crowd. "Hshhhhhhh..." she started, pulling in a deep breath, about to let loose, when suddenly a smoke cloud popped up, and she began to cough uncontrollably, holding her throat. Gas? Who? And then she looked up to see him. The Green Arrow. She'd only heard about the guy from the Justice League. Arrogant, big-headed, and green. But an amazing shot with almost any projectile. Almost like Green Lantern, only a bow instead of a ring. He wasn't using his arrows though. Just his bow.

Arrow swung his bow around, cracking it on one guys head who had leapt at him. Dinah looked around and saw some girl with a green and black mohawk moving towards her. Dinah pulled her fist back and the girl yelped, putting her hands up, pleading not to be hit. She ran past Dinah and then looked to see someone else leaping at her, punching them in the face. Arrow smacked two men's heads together, as one man ran up at him from behind. She leapt over, shooting out her leg and knocking out the guy.

"Watch your back. These people are furious." she said, looking at the growing group surrounding them. "Get behind me, and cover your ears."

"Are you going to do that 'sonic cry' of yours?" he asked, looking over his shoulder at her.

"Yes, now shut up and cover your ears." She said, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, before letting out a sonic cry, the sound waves knocking the people backwards onto one another. After a few moments her cry ended, breathing heavily, looking at the pile of people knocked out.

"Jeez. That came out of nowhere. Here I was expecting a nice calm night." Arrow said, shaking his head a bit. He looked over his shoulder at Canary. "You okay there? Didn't mean to hit you as well Prettybird." he said, smiling a bit.

"Fine. Just be careful where you point those things." She said, smirking before turning to head back to her band "Oh, and by the way Robin Hood?" she said, looking at him once again "Call me Prettybird again, and I'll scream so loud, you'll never even hear your own heart beating." she said, turning away and heading to the band. She heard the bowstring fire off an arrow, pulling him up to the collesium roof.

"Sorry about that. You need just a bit more training." she said, smiling at them.

"Right. Because we need more training and less band practice." Paloma said, turning and huffing away. Ditto looked between Dinah and Paloma. Dinah sighed, watching her walk off

"She's right. We need less training. We need to practice more..." she said, looking around. Rich-kid Queen takes off when the action starts. Of course. "Let's head back to the...van..." she said, looking back down at the sign-in sheet. 'Music Meister'? When did someone have time to sign up with that commotion? She shook her head. "Let's head out. I have a friend in the area. We can practice at their place though." she said, smiling at Byron, her arm moving around her shoulders, placing her other hand on Ditto's shoulder.