"Here are the lyrics to your new song." Rena announced handing pieces of paper to Fayt and Cliff. "Your band mates will arrive soon."

"Without you I cannot live." Cliff read the title to one of the songs. "By: Fayt Leingod?"

"Yes, he wrote all of the lyrics to your songs." Rena explained as Cliff flipped through the pages, slimming through the lyrics.

"I like to write poetry on how my life is ruined without Sophia." Fayt answered, emotionlessly. "My life is decaying in the pit of despair. Death is my only friend."

"You sure like the word despair." Cliff pointed out, reading the rest of the lyrics. "How did your hair grow back?"

"I used a black wig since black is the colour of my soul." Fayt explained, solemnly. "I used to embrace Sophia, now I embrace darkness."

"So, you must be my band mates." A feminine voice was heard from the distance. A young woman entered the room wearing a deep magenta belly shirt and skirt with a mask of make-up on. "It's a shame none of you guys are cute, but I like your dark look. It's sexy."

"Sophia used to think I was sexy!" Fayt cried, placing his hands on his face, running to the corner.

"Shut up with the whole Sophia thing!" Cliff yelled. "No wonder why she dumped you!"

"You said you needed another member for your boy band, Rena?" Dias asked, entering into the room. "Who's this chick? I thought this was a boy band."

"I'm not a chick, I'm Albel!" He growled, throwing his purse at Dias. "Just because I'm a drag queen and a stripper for a gay bar, doesn't mean I'm a chick."

"Lose the layers of make-up and slutty skirt, you're a man in this band now!" Rena instructed, walking towards a cardboard box. Lifting the flaps, she threw clothes to each band member, tossing them in an orderly fashion. The outfit she gave them was the same only with a different colour of jacket. Baggy, boy band, black pants with a chain at the side and a loose dress shirt with a white t-shirt was the ensemble Rena gave them.

"How come Dias gets to wear black and I'm wearing blue?" Fayt complained, checking out his clothes. "Blue reminds me of the colour of those heavenly eyes Sophia has!"

"Her eyes are green, you retard!" Albel hissed, stripping down to his underwear, changing right in front of everyone. "This dusty rose colour suits me well!"

"Have you no shame?" Dias asked, glaring at Albel. "And it's red, not dusty rose!"

"What, I'm a stripper of course I don't have any!" He justified. "Well, I only came because I wanted a new outfit. Now that I got one I'll be on my way." Albel grabbed his purse and marched out the door.

The room went silent. Crickets chirped.

"Well, uh, I guess that leaves Fayt and Dias." Cliff scratched his head. "No offense, but that doesn't work." He handed Rena back the lyrics and headed for the door.

"Where are you going, jerk?" She demanded.

"I don't know." He answered. "I think I'll take some time off."

Dias took another look at his attire then looked at Cliff. His hands ripped his shirt off in one yank, almost as if it was part of his stripper act. "I'm out too. I'm too old for this. And I have a kid."

Rena grumbled as she threw the stack of lyrics to the ground. "Fine! Leave!"

She turned to Fayt. He just stood their, motionless. "Well, you leaving?"

Fayt shook his head.

"Good," Rena smiled. She pointed to the door, "Now get out! I didn't like your hair cut, anyways."

Fayt nodded.

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Opera hid in the alley, leaning against the wall, starring at the house across the street. She put on a pair of pantyhose over her head, covering her face and ran across the street. A gnome was in her vision, gazing at her with those black eyes of doom. She snatched the sucker, shoving it into her bag, dashing, more like waddling, out of the yard. Her steps were uneasy as she fell over, passing out on the grass.

The sun arose as Maria poked Opera's body with a stick, waking her up. Opera opened her eyes, lifting herself up, slothfully, looking at Maria in a dazed face.

"Stealing my gnomes again?" Maria screamed like a madwoman, whacking her with the stick, and then pulling out a shotgun from her back pocket. "Get outta my land!" She hollered, like a hillbilly.

Opera pulled out her massive gun of doom from her pocket, aiming it at Maria, mumbling, "Ma gun is better den yers!"

"That's my gun, too!" Maria pointed out the MT initials on the object. "And that's not a gun that's a shoe!"

"Oh," Opera giggled, as Maria pulled her arm, dragging her down the street.

"That's it, Opera! You're going to Alcoholics Anonymous!"

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"Ashton, you're the worse stripper ever!" Chisato screamed, chasing him with a whip. "We lost money last night because of your stupid act! Polka moves are not sexy!"

"Sorry, stripping makes me nervous!" Ashton answered, with tears in his eyes, running for his life.

"Besides Claude, you're the only guy left that's of age to strip." She grunted, slashing her whip.

"What about me?" Adrey asked, seductively, winking.

"Too wrinkly!" Chisato replied, as she swung her whip.

Ashton turned around, grabbing the whip in his hands, acting as if the whip was nothing. His eyes were cold as he yanked on the whip, releasing it from her hands. He spoke in a monotone, "Tonight will be the best show. I'm very talented so you better watch."

Chisato's eyes were sparkling, as hearts were flying, screaming in excitement, "That's Perfect! Ashton is way hotter when he is possessed!"

"He is sexy!" Nel added with a smile. "By the way, when is that club going to open?"

"Next week will be the opening." Chisato responded. "Things sure have changed now that Cliff iand Dias are gone."

"I sadly miss the old life." Nel frowned. "Who else is going to be a stripper in the new club?"

"Someone very special, very special."

AN: Sorry it took awhile but I have a life. :P This chapter isn't as great because I was tired when I wrote it so the next one will be better! Thanks for reading and please review.