Chat was pissed. He had been trying to fit his drum into the back of this car trunk for at least a half hour
"Need a hand, chaton? We wouldn't want to smudge your makeup, would we?" said his bandmate, walking up behind him. It enoyed Chat that Ladybug had pointed this out, because that was actually his biggest fear right now.
"M'Lady. If you had spent three hours doing your own makeup, and it looked this good, would you wish it to be crushed by a drumset?" LB chuckeled. She gave the largest of the drums left a sharp and shove, and slam closed the door.
"Ice cream?" suggested Lady bug.
"Sure..." blushed Chat.
Half an hour, two vannila icecreams and a shared cigarette later, Plagg was taking a roll call of the instruments they were using.
He was a tall, dark skinned and dark haired man, usually doing a better job at being the diva than the agent.
"Plagg, Ladybug hardly needs all these guitars," remaked Tikki, as she put a cup of coffee down on the desk in front of them.
Tikki was about as short as her boyfriend was tall. She was usually the brains of the operation.
Plagg and Tikki managed Chat and Ladybug respectivly, but they also worked as the great team behind 'Cat and Bug'.
"Hey, you know, if you two wanted to come in here high,' muttered Plagg, 'you could have at least shared."
Chat though about trying to combat his accusations for a few seconds, but then felt inspired to just put on snoop dog instead.
"Fifteen minutes to show time." yelled Tikki over her clipboard. There was a sudden rush in everyone working in the backstage area.
Ladybug pulled a pair of shorts over her fishnets, and Chat quickly slipped a black ,cat eared beanie over his blond and lime hair.
Chat sat at his kit, as Ladybug marched over to the mic and shouted
"GOOD EVENING PARIS!"