They were about to go on.

10 minutes.

Benatar was nearly finished tuning Axel's guitar. he was told he had to use, instead of his own keytar.

7 minutes.

"And I'm gently attempting to win her over by being as good a friend as I can be..." PuffPuff was practicing their 2nd song.

6 minutes.

Axel is out back, keeping down his cancer sticks.

4 minutes.

Dee-Jay was almost done hooking up his mix board for last-minute changes.

2 minutes, 30 seconds.

"Mar-tian! Mar-tian!" The fans yelled, who were already anxious to for the band start.

1 minute.

The four members were rushed onto the concert stage, behind the automatic curtain.

45 seconds.

PuffPuff got in front of the microphone and glanced back at his band, grinning.

10 seconds.

"10, 9, 8-" Fans started counting down.

5 seconds.

Benatar stared at the slowly rising curtain, knowing it was too late to run at this point.

"Hello, New York! I'd like to thank you all for coming to see us tonight and..." Puffs voice continued to drone on while Benatars ears buzzed.

He stared out into the audience, wondering how many people were actually out there. It was way more than 300.

His attention was snapped back to his instrument when they all started cheering. He looked at his band mates and waited for the queue to start.

Puff rocked his head to the beat in his mind, Axel picking up quickly. Dee-Jay, looking down at the knobs and mixers, twisted the disc scratcher and morphed his drum line.

Benatar wasn't needed in this song, according to his friends but had still been in the recording booth when the had first finalized the piece.

"Hey Mr. Douchebag, why's your ego so massive? You know its two AM and it's dark outside, you don't need those sun-sun-sunglasses! Yeeeah~ we all remember that hot chick!"
"Hi~"
"You hooked up with once!"
"Mm. Bye-bye!"
"'Cause you went on to brag about it for months and months..."

Benatar pretended to play, so as to please the crowd and his band members. He was hitting the correct cords and whatnot, but his volume was off...

Frowning slightly, he reached down and twisted a knob in his keytar, making his notes heard. He could feel Axel stare at him and nearly heard PuffPuffs voice change in his rapping. Benatar looked back at Dee-Jay, wondering if he approved of this. He messed with his mixer again, making Benatars instrument go even louder. He broke out into a smile, still looking the others.

PuffPuff had run over to Dee-Jay, demanding he turn off the sound. Axel simply rolled his eyes and kept going with Ben's strumming. Puff threw his hands in the air, giving up and grabbed Dee-Jays microphone, "Hey Mr. Douchebag. We all agree that you are a dumbass, why can't you see that?"

[A.N.] Alright, I think I got it so far. I have written the next few chapters but I need my beta to look it over. Shes been sick so its, like, UGH! Anyways~ Here tis the next chapter and sorry for the wait :L [/A.N.]