Stuart Pots sat in his dark hotel suite, the lights all off, and the TV buzzing in front of him as he sat in his chair. A burnt cigarette lay nestled between his long slender fingers as he stared at the TV, unblinking. He was thinking about himself, what has become of him over all these years, why does he feel so disconnected from reality? A maid on her cleaning round came to the door, knocking to see if anyone was inside. Stuart was too catatonic to even say a word, not even mumble and he sat there, thinking. The maid tried to door to find that it was locked, so she slid the key into the lock. Stuart suddenly had an epiphany, it all made sense now, he finally knew why he felt this way. The maid unlocked the door, and as the door opened, only to be blocked by the chain, it came flashing back to him in waves.

The last concert they performed at, in Las Angeles, the crowds flooded in and packed the theater, but even that could not house all of the fans, and some found themselves locked out. They beat and beat against the door, eventually breaking it down, rushing into the stadium entrance. They ran and they ran to the show, like a soldier would on his dying breath only ards from the field hospital. Some were trampled, some ran like the wind itself. But soon the police showed up, and it really started getting bad. People were resisting arrest, people were getting beaten by the police. It was sheer chaos, but eventually they were able to load all the kids up and get them to the police station. Inside, the fans watched as Stuart went out on stage.

So ya thought ya Might like to Go to the show...

To feel the warm thrill and confusion that space cadet glow.

Tell me is something eluding you sunshine is this not what you expected to see?

If you wanna find out what's behind these cold eyes you'll just have to claw your way through this disguise!

At Anzio, men ran about frantically, men were jumping out of transport boats at the beachhead, only to be cut down by machine gun fire, and down in the trenches was David Pots, frantically trying to reach the radio to call in air support. As he dived into the bunker, narrowly avoiding gunfire and explosions, he rushed to pick up the phone. But the German Stukka divebomber had sighted the bunker, and when he got to the phone, it was already too late...