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Kenny smoked his last cigarette that he saved up after the show. He frowned at plain sight; there was nothing but booming noises from the stage. Probably some performer singing one of those typical clubbing type of songs again. He got to admit, he never really like being backstage especially when you're dead tired and know that your next schedule requires you to get up really early. But, a job's a job.

"Yo Ken! The bus'll be ere' in 30 mins! Pack up!" The manager yelled, surprisingly loud enough for him to hear though he can't see him anyway, due to all those stage crew walking up and about. Giving it one last inhale before throwing it in the "useful" bin nearby. He quickly hopped and dragged his feet to pack up his guitar that'd been leaning next to him all these while, "goddamn where the hell is the bag for this—"he found it, right at the corner of someone's stuffs and the other heap of another someone's stuffs again. He carefully pulled out his bag, not wanting to make the heap fall over and gently shoved his precious guitar in because he knew he would literally cry if he broke it. After the packing, he straightened up and fastened the guitar bag on his shoulder, making sure everything is all with him before he walked out.

"I hope I survive tomorrow or else—" Kenny huffed and puffed in exhaustion as he made way through the chaotic and narrow corridor with crews pushing costumes and performers rushing out of their rooms not to mention occasionally bumping him or the quick hi-bye thing as he passed them.

Kenny even had the second to spare as he took the moment to peak in the unclosed "fancier dressing room" of one of the performer, nothing much in those room but it did get Kenny wishing he had one of those for a change it just had a larger mirror with bulbs surrounding it, a couch at the corner of the room, and some hooks and hangers for costumes and it looked way comfortable than the room he got for the day, at least it was to Kenny; but hey, who was he to complaint about it.

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"Well someone made an effort to clean this place up..." Kenny said amused yet a hint of sarcasm as he dragged himself inside the bus and the crews following behind. It was a hell lot cleaner than what it used to be. Even the crews were awe at the sight. Shiny counters, probably polished, floor moped and swept, wallpapers all taken off and painted with creamy-sorta-colour paint, well-stocked fridge and a few handy rubbish bin round' the corner. Luckily the workspace it still as it is, or else it'll be a pain to figure out where the hell did everything went.

"Hey where's the ancient pizza!?" One of the crew shouted as he walked in. Kenny gave a light chuckle as he remembered the pun of the ancient pizza. That good old pepperoni pizza slice that was on the floor for probably as old as Dale became the bus driver of their tour bus, and their bus even smelled like that old pizza even with air freshener every corner and inches of the bus, that old sour-ish smell that made everyone nausea each time they had to travel. And it even made Pat, Kenny's manager stopped them from ordering pizzas or eating it in the bus. Thank Gawd the pizza's gone forever!

"I'm beat!" One of the crew yelled again as he flumped himself on the coach at the side of the bus. "Hey Kenny, great show tonight! Wanna see the video I recorded!?"Kenny slowly turned to his direction. "Wanna see the video I recorded?" He began again slower like he's talking to his grandma or something as he shoved his hand in his pocket trying to get his phone out.

"Not tonight Bob. I'm dead tired." Kenny declined with his tired smile and continued to walk to the end of the bus to grab a sleep.

"Ok then, tomorrow?" He asked. Kenny just nodded so he would stop bothering him.

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"What the hell Kenny, get some fcking sleep!" Kenny twisted and turned but he just couldn't sleep. He gave up, he sat upright and took out his phone from his hoodie pocket to see what time it was, 2.30am. "Great, now you only have a few more hours of sleep that you will regret not having" Kenny rolled his eyes and check out his facebook, that he hasn't opened in probably centuries after becoming what he is.

Scrolling down the news feed, just glancing over the posts of unimportant things, and—Hey, isn't this Stan? Kenny double-checked again trying to recognize the black hair charming dude in the picture with the London's Eye behind him. Hmm, Kenny clicked on his profile just to make sure it was him..again...and yep, it is him. Stan didn't change much, probably just a little more bulky than he was few years ago. Then Kenny got bored of his profile and continued scrolling down again. Why does this redhead looks familiar? Oh wait, that's Kyle, wow he looks so...hipster. Kyle in that picture wore a loose low ponytail and wearing some blue cardigan and cargo shorts, standing probably behind some starbucks-looking cafe or something; not that Kenny cared and continued scrolling again.

After lots of scrolls, he came down to Butter's picture, Kenny swore that he nearly felt he skipped a beat when he saw the picture. Butter's looked so– Watch it Kenny, YOU MUST KEEP CALM! Butters smiled in that picture, he looks the same, and just the hair is longer and wavier...not that long but just right. He's baby face was still there even though he's 23. But his smile, – Kenny! DON'T LOOSE IT! I'm gonna give him a like! Kenny immediately pushed like and continued to be amused by the beauty in it. So beautiful like a goddess, Kenny praised mentally and felt like a paedophile, so he continued to scroll again.

He must've wasted lots of time on facebook that when he check to time it was 3.45am, Kenny, look at all the time you wasted instead of sleeping! He locked his phone and put in his hoodie pocket and crawled back to catch his sleep...even though he still can't due to Butter's image in his mind.

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"Sorry guys, but I think the batts' are dead," Dale said as he faced Kenny and Pat with a serious face.

"I thought you send this thing for a fix!?" Pat raised his voice as his face turned slightly red...meaning his angry.

"I DID! They probably didn't fix it well or something!" Dale answered and walked back to check on the engine. Pat rubbed his face and grunted a bit.

"So, what are we gonna do?" Kenny asked slightly happier cause that means he doesn't have to go for another interview and a little angry cause they're stuck nowhere.

"What do you think? Cancel the show and stop for the day to check this place out. Probably have to find an alternative so we get movin' quick." Pat said and took out his phone and walked away to make possible arrangements with who-knows-who.

Kenny walked around a little, kicking snows and stuffs. He remembered having snow days in South Park and how it was when they all rushed out of school after the last period ends and everyone would take a handful of snow and throw it someone just to mess with them. He smiled when he remembered those days.

"Oi Ken!" Kenny got cut-off his flashback—goddamnit... he hates it when it happens. "Oi Ken!" Bob called out. Great, not tryna' show him the video again right...

"What?" Kenny asked monotone as Bob came running his direction.

"Hear that we'll be staying a night at some motel somewhere down this town call South Park. Cool!" Bob said loudly even when Kenny is just few inches away from him. Kenny poked his ear a little and then blink—did he just said—

"Where again?" Kenny asked in disbelief.

"Huh? Oh. South Park!" Bob answered a little softer this time.

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