The more I talked to the Glamrock Band about it, the more excited they got, even Roxanne whom I thought would be the last to be excited about what I had planned. Then, I put the idea to the PizzaPlex Management. They were intrigued, and - since business was doing so well - they figured that one special night where things might, or might not, go well wouldn't hurt the books. Preparations were made. Parts and Services were called to refit the band with specially roughed-up, dirtied, dented, oil-spattered dinged-up covers. Then, specialized clothing was made, dirtied, ripped and roughed up, aged like it'd been in use for a long time.
The band were then trained. I wanted Monty as lead on this, pushing him hard to get his vocal range up there, but with that rough rasp beneath. Chica was next, trained in that special walk; the songs she would play downloaded, her eyes lighting up with sheer delight at the "new" music she'd never heard of before. Then it was Roxanne next, her Keytar tuned low for the bass she would be playing, the big wolfess near-giggling at just how freaking LOUD this whole event was gonne be. Lastly, it was Freddy on the drums, smashing away, big cigar hanging from his mouth. All was in readiness...
That night - once all the little kids had left - the twelve to thirteens, the teenagers, and even the adults were surprised when the PizzaPlex stayed open. Then, the music started as the Glamrockers rose up on their platform to take the stage. As the crowd surged to their feet and STAFF bots swiftly took away the tables to make one huge dance area, the cheering began. As Chica shredded her guitar and duck-walked across the stage, the crowd caught on to what was happening and ROARED approval. Then the opening lyrics snarled out by Monty dropped - and the people lost their shit.
"One hot angel
One cool devil
Your mind on the fantasy
Livin on the ecstasy
Give it all, give it
Give it what you got
Come on give it all a lot
Pick it up and move it
Give it to the spot
Your mind on a fantasy
Livin on ecstasy
Runaway Train
(Running right off the track)
Runaway Train
(Running right off the track)
Runaway Train
(Running right off the track)
Yeah the Runaway Train..."
When the whole one-and-a-half hour concert ended, Monty, Freddy, and Roxy roared and howled, and the crowd went with them. The band, elated, whooped and cheered as they returned to their Green Rooms. Repairs would need to be made to the building; the crowd's jumping had damaged it and even some of the surrounds outside; the activity had even registered on various seismographs! Fazbear Entertainment was slapped with several lawsuits-all of which were laughed out of court by the Judge who said, "Rock'n'Roll ain't noise pollution, son - and when YOU listen to AC/DC, your neighbours better be hearing it as well, 'cause if they ain't, it ain't loud enough!"