Chapter 9 - Tweedle-Tay's Story
September 25th, 1997 - Staten Island, New York

As I made my way backstage, there were hundreds of girls screaming. My brothers Neuton and Grubbery smiled and waved, as did I. It was great getting all this attention. I hoped the girls would still be screaming in twenty-five years time. And let's face it, they probably would be - Manson were just too hot to be one-hit-wonders, or two hit wonders as we now were.
My brother Neuton closed his eyes and hit an F note. I quickly joined him by singing an A, and Grubbery topped it off by singing a C. it sounded gorgeous, even if I do say so myself. However, it was much harder to sing in perfect harmony with our ear plugs in. It didn't really matter how good we sounded though because, god, how can I put this nicely? Well, Manson fans weren't exactly musical connoisseurs. If the truth be told, as much as it hurts to say this, our fans really only liked us for our looks. Our age and "pretty boy" looks had given us a reputation for being a teenybopper band who were only liked by twelve year old girls. The sad thing was, it was true, and it really hurt to admit it.
I quickly warmed my fingers up on the keyboard and went to hair and make up. I have the greatest admiration for make-up artists, it's amazing what they can do for you.......... Thankfully, I was a guy and only had to spend fifteen minutes with the make-up artist, compared to the Spice Girls who each had to spend an hour in make-up before they could go on stage.
In half an hours time we were all ready. I took a deep breath and braced myself. Six thousand screaming girls awaited.