The concert, that he received permission to attend, didn't happen. A bunch of tornadoes, and tornado-like winds, was the underlying cause for it to be canceled while the rest lie in the freak fire that broke out in the venue that it was to take place in. He and his friend were blue over not being able to go to it... er, for two days, that was. Giovanni, who had a knack for finding concerts to go to, and who went to many of them over the last four years, found another that they could go to. He wasn't able to resist the temptation to go to the newly discovered concert after the flier was shown to him, and after his friend said that he was going to it come hell or high water.

His mutter was very open to his going to the concert, and to Bile and Hazaar going with him. The man who was her husband, and who gave him the amplifier a week and a day ago, looked to be shocked over him and his bruders receiving permission to go to it; along with questioning him on the concert, he added his two-cents to how he and his bruders were to "behave" while being at the venue. If not for his mutter, he would of told the man to buzz off—he annoyed, and embarrassed, him, and he didn't like it. The man and he, while talking, and being "pleasant" around one another, weren't on common ground just yet—he still thought that he was one to watch out for, and that he couldn't be trusted as far as one could spit, and that he was a sort of Jekyll and Hyde. Since August 11, the man went from being halfway decent to a little hard and controlling; he had a span of being a little quiet on the fourteenth and seventeenth before being quite talkative and wanting to do "gossip" with him. While he seemed to be dividing his time between his mutter and bruders, he also seemed to want to be around or flap jowls with him more than with them.

The concert, that he and his bruders were planning to attend, was being held in Lampertheim, which was a town that was located in the state of Hesse. Hazaar, being the whiz that he was with a map, was the one to chart their course to the state and to estimate how long they'd be on the road. After hearing that it was an hour and twenty-two minute drive, then seeing the route that he was to take, he grabbed what he wanted to bring with him then waited for his bruders to do the same. Once everyone was set and ready to go, they left the house then went to the BMW. Thanks to his mutter, who taught him well on how to drive a car a few months ago, he felt very confident in being behind the wheel, and in taking them to the state and town that the concert was being held in.

After getting in the car, then strapping the belts around themselves, he started them on their way. They only stopped once and that was to pick up Giovanni; once his friend was in the back right passenger seat, he resumed the trip.

"Should we lis-k-ten to the radio while we're on the road or no?" he asked about ten minutes after Giovanni was picked up.

"As long as its none of that chick-crap, sure." Giovanni said.

"Same here," Bile agreed.

"Ditto," Hazaar nodded his head.

While keeping one hand on the wheel, he reached down to twist the knob on the radio. After turning the radio on, then turning the knob a few times, he received the signal to stop looking for a channel—when the index fingers of his passengers were seen, he nodded his head then returned his hand to the wheel. Techno-bob was what was playing; it was just one of three music genres that were played and either listened to or purchased by the planet's population. While he wasn't all that grand a fan of it, he preferred it over the other two genres—one being of the normal or very slow variety, that seemed to make Lazeer cry or tear up whenever it was played, or he heard it, and the other being the too up-beat variety that was both way too fast and caused one to be confused while listening to it. While he preferred the techno-bob music to the other genres, he still liked anything that was in the old school rock 'n roll, metal, and grunge genres better.

As far as he could tell, Giovanni felt the same way—while talking with him one day, he learned that he listened to Techno-bob on occasion. Unless there was nothing else on the radio worth listening to, Giovanni preferred to listen to Techno-bob over anything else. On the day that he and his friend met, he learned about fifteen percent of him while on the way to The Pit; the following twenty-five percent was learned after they reached the gym/bar that was his friend's favorite hang-out spot.

Giovanni's first tattoo was gained when he was thirteen. The one that was raising him had raised more than a little Cain after it was noticed on him, and after it grew infectious two days after it was applied to him. While the anchor tattoo was still present on his friend's wrist to that day, it was nearly overshadowed by the many others that were both around and above it. His friend pretty much started the trend of getting a tattoo once every two to four months after he hit the age of fifteen—he said that he wanted the billowing smoke tattoo, that was on the bicep of his left arm, to connect to the same tattoo that was on his other arm, and to have a couple of burning feather and locket tattoos on his chest and back, and to have one of his eyebrows pierced, before he hit the age of twenty-five; with the way his arms were inked, it looked like he was well on his way to having half of that achieved before that age set in.

When the question of Erik Sprague was brought up when they were in The Pit, he learned that he was Giovanni's idol and that he had a poster of him in his room. Mr. Sprague, who was born on June 12, 1972, and died sometime after the back-to-back plagues struck in the early twenty-first century, was better known as The Lizardman; he was a freak and sideshow performer who was known best for his body modification, including his sharpened teeth, full-body tattoo of green scales, bifurcated tongue, subdermal implants, and green-inked lips. The man, while making himself look like a lizard, had never pursued the act of getting a tail implanted to him so he'd really look like a humanoid version of the animal that he was trying to depict.

When he asked his friend what puppet he liked best in that old classic, The Muppets, Giovanni came back by saying that Statler and Waldorf, the show's cantankerous and heckler-making puppets, were his favorites. In contrast to his friend, he preferred Animal, the wild and frenzied drummer of the fictional band, Dr. Teeth and The Electric Mayhem. After hearing what his favorite in the show was, Giovanni punched him in the arm then offered to buy him a drink—which he gladly accepted. Their friendship was sparked while they were riding in Jarvis's truck's cab, while it was sealed after they left the place that Jarvis took them, and Ivonne and Lhaklar, to.

Giovanni, while shorter than most male humans, was strong. He liked to balance his work-out routines with usual items or actions that teenagers liked doing. Along with having a license to drive a motorcycle, and being allowed to drive his cousin's motorcycle when he needed to go to work, he had a fake license—which he regularly used to get into certain bars for a drink or two. If he wasn't drinking, or getting one of his tattoos worked on, or working out, he was "pulling time" in Rastatt's Cool Blast Convenience; on the days that he didn't do them things, he either went to a movie, or to some area to pitch small or medium-sized rocks, or found someone to play a rousing game of baseball or basketball with.

While Giovanni had no interest in cabins or log homes, he did like to smoke, swim, and hang out with the crowd that did sports or simply went around, looking all tough but were really just soft at heart and mind. Despite only having a tenth grade education, Giovanni had good street smarts.

"If I were you, I'd be careful of my brother—his interest in tattoos is so grand that he might try to steal what's on your arms and then put them on himself." Bile said to Giovanni after he came over on the third of August, then started asking if he was home and available to hang around.

Along with being surprised over seeing his friend coming over, then asking if he was both home and available to hang around for a while, he was surprised to hear that Bile knew him. Apparently, Bile and Giovanni smoked a joint or two while being in Rastatt; the story went that they were waiting for the line at one of the city's ice cream parlors to shorten so they could get themselves some ice cream. Bile was smoking his joint when Giovanni walked around the corner, with the simple intention of standing in the shadow of the overhanging roof of the building that his bruder was leaning against while smoking a cigarette. Giovanni was the one to suggest that they share his joint and Bile, seeing as he had tat's on his arms, and was cool, agreed to it. He was very aware of the fact that his mutter's husband didn't like Giovanni, and that his mutter was very for his being a friend of Giovanni's; his sister seemed to be putting a lot of distance between her and his friend whenever he came over, so she probably didn't like him either—he was okay with their not liking his friend because they really had no say on who he could hang around or be friends with. His mutter was the one who he took orders from, not them.

After his friend came over for the second time, he overheard his mutter's husband saying that Giovanni looked to be one who created or looked to create trouble and that he and his siblings should steer clear of his types—from what he could tell, Giovanni, while having a small temper and drinking issue, was fine. There was nothing with which to grow but so alarmed over, or to cause him to break off his friendship or distance himself from him. His mutter was fast in taking her husband to the side for a chat on who had right in making the decisions on who he befriended.

On the eighth of August, when Giovanni came over to spend another spell of a few hours with him, he learned that he was allergic to cats. After hearing this, he asked for Hazaar to take Sabine to another part of the house, so he and his friend could spend some time together before they went their separate ways—they "broke ears", as Giovanni liked to call it, on his music, then played some of his guitar, then played the game system that his mutter gave to him on his birthday before splitting. While his friend wasn't very good in playing a guitar, he was a sport with his many mistakes; he seemed to like hearing/seeing him play his instrument more than having the chance to play it himself. He gave him a lot of praise whenever he played his guitar, which he more than appreciated.

"So, how's things at home for you three?" Giovanni asked after they were thirty minutes in on their trip.

"A little on the surprising side—Numbskull and the old man seem to be talking to one another." Bile replied.

"Anything good going on in them conversations, or is it just the I'm-trying-to-get-under-your-skin type of talks that they're having?"

"Wouldn't say that dad's trying to get under his skin, but would say that he's trying to be a bit too chummy with him." Hazaar answered.

"Dad's trying to get him use to him." Bile said. "That and trying to get him to calm down around him, and get a little relationship going on between them."

"Be warned, the ones who suddenly come into ones lives aren't the best of people to get close with." Giovanni warned the three that were in the car with him. "A few months after moving in with Guido, I had to contend with his new boyfriend, who did his best to to get close to me, and was fast to turn me in for the damnedest of things."

"The man tried to ac-k-t like a fader-figure to me a few months a-k-go." Guyunis confided. "We no more me-k-t before he started doing-k that, and before he star-k-ted his crap with my family."

"Crap? What kind?" Giovanni asked.

While telling the history that they shared with the man who was their mutter's husband, he remembered all of what he was told on his friend's family and legal guardian. Giovanni's parents were right young when they had him; due to their not knowing how to raise a child, or care for one, they gave him to one of their grandparents. Giovanni was raised by his maternal grandparents for all of five years then, when they died, he was raised by his paternal grandfather; after Diogo Valente died, an attempt was made to have his parents take him back. His parents, who were long separated by then, refused to take on his responsibility so it was either Benita Zacchia, his father's sister, or Guido Tuzzolino, his father's sister's son, that could take him on. With Benita Zacchia having Stage 5 cancer, it was up to her son to take up his care—it took about four months for him to say yes, and to take him home. From what he was told, the two didn't hit it off right away. It took about two years before they got in real good with one another, and before Guido started acting like a sort of parent to the one that he took to raise.

Guido Tuzzolino, while having a history with drugs and alcohol, had no tattoos on his body. He also didn't like tattoes. After being arrested for the final time for being both intoxicated in public and having acid in his possession, he shaped up to become what Giovanni called a "religious freak". Despite being really into the Catholic religion, he was gay—at the moment, he was seeing someone named Gert Fröbe, who Giovanni called a fat slob who seemed to like being the one below instead of the one in charge.

In a way, he and his friend had a similar history to one another. He was born to a woman who didn't want him, and got rid of him after he was born, and he had a fader who didn't want him, and Giovanni's parents also got rid of him after he was born—from what his friend told him, his parents still didn't want him, or anything to do with him. While Giovanni's guardian was a little closer in his lineage to him, he was also being raised by one who was in his family tree—his dat, ShaamVile Kondee Surfeit, was his mutter's great-great grandfader; while being his mutter's son, he was also a sort of "uncle" to her.

After hearing his friend's history, he told him about his. Giovanni knew that he was adopted, and that his former family were the Meyer's, and that he was abused by several generations in each of the families that took him on. Giovanni also knew that his mutter was the only one to give him care and love. Last night, before he went to bed, the phone rang; his friend, along with being on the other end, called him his "twin"... which was a little flattering, seeing as how their histories were so similar to one another.

"How old were you when Guido took you on?" Guyunis asked his friend after the word was given on what happened between his family and the man who was his mother's husband.

"Just barely nine." Giovanni replied.

There was silence in the car for nearly five minutes before someone cleared their throat then spoke.

"Who's playing at the concert again?" Hazaar asked.

"Airbourne is one of the bands," Guyunis replied. "ACDC comes on ne-k-xt then—"

"Five Finger Death Punch and another of the rock Gods." Bile finished for his brother.

"And that is?" Hazaar asked.

"Should we keep him in the dark until we get there, then get to feeling our ears bursting from the tunes that we'll be hearing?" Giovanni asked after the question wasn't unanswered.

"Tempted. Very tempted to do so." Bile said.

Their mutter surprised both him and Bile with four of Airbourne's eight CDs a few months ago; while they tried to be fair with them, it was mutally decided a few weeks ago that they'd need to buy separate CDs for their personal collections. He and his bruder were such fans of Airbourne that to not go to the concert, after hearing that the band was expected to be at it, would be like a crime. While he was really excited to see Airbourne and Five Finger Death Punch, Bile was especially excited to see ACDC and Aerosmith. Hazaar was probably going to do as he did at the concert that they and Lhaklar went to a couple of months ago—the sometimes conceited little freak was crazy on that night... he seemed to be more interested in flirting, and getting slapped by the ones that he tried to pull a move on, than in listening to the music.

While he and his bruders were all close to one another, they had different music tastes that, sometimes, drove each other up a wall and back. Bile and he had similar tastes in music. His oldest bruder liked anything that was loud and noisy; he also liked the old school rock 'n roll bands that were around in the 1970's to around the early twenty-first century. Lhaklar seemed to have a taste for the old classics and R&B, while Hazaar liked rap. Lazeer, while also liking other music genres, was particularly fond of reggae. From what he was able to detect during the days where Eshal was listening to the music that she owned, she seemed to like the same type of music that Lhaklar liked. The old goat that was his mutter's husband looked to have an interest in nothing but instrumental classical—his mutter seemed to like some of what Bile, Lhaklar, and he liked to listen to so it was kind of strange for her to be "married" to a man who liked nothing but instrumental music.

Along with being told by their mutter's husband to be on their best behavior, and home right after the concert was over, and to not drink, smoke, or do drugs while being at the venue, they received some instruction from their mutter on what they were to do while away from home. A reinforcement on their not drinking, or doing drugs, was made, and they were also told to be good while being in the venue. Their mutter said that, while they could smoke, they could only do but so much; she also said for them to not be but so shy in getting a souvenir or two while being at the venue—them ticket stubs are good souvenirs, but there's other things to get that'll remind you of your time too, was what his mutter said when she said this. While they were told to be home after the concert ended, their mutter also said that she'd understand if they wanted to stay to see it out—I'm sure that there'll be encores, which will keep your feet planted to the floor, so don't worry if its them that keep you at the venue longer than what the flier says the concert ends at, was what she said.

He and his bruders had €60 on them. Twenty was to be used on their tickets while the rest was to be used on beverages—like Bile said after they got into the car, what their mutter didn't know wouldn't hurt her, and they knew the spell to make any and all alcoholic smells and drunkenness not be detected on them—and maybe a souvenir or two.

It was mutually decided to keep Hazaar in the dark on what was to expected to be at the concert. The rest of the drive was quiet; they listened to the radio, and looked at the scenery that passed them by; when they got to Hesse, he paid for their admission to the state when they got to the toll that sat before its border then asked for his passengers to help him in looking at the signs. It took a good ten minutes to find the town, and to find somewhere to park. After the BMW was parked, they got out then scrambled as fast as they could to the venue... which was this large building that looked very much like a coliseum!

"Have your ticket on you, or paying at the podium?" the man who stood before the building asked about five minutes after they got in his line. Giovanni had, surprisingly, beat him and Bile to the line; Hazaar was between he and their bruder.

"Buying at the podium." Giovanni said while taking his rather beat-up wallet from his back pants pocket.

"Enjoy, sir." the man said after taking the money given to him them sliding a ticket forward. The man did this three more times before checking to see if there were more people coming or if they were his last customers. When he saw that no one was coming to get in his line, he turned then went to close the building up.

Giovanni held them up for two minutes after they got in the venue. Once his beer was purchased, he took to the rear of their group. They scurried as fast as they could to where everyone seemed to be then found themselves a place to stand. They then waited for the concert to begin—with it being scheduled to begin at 6:35 p.m., and with it being five minutes past that time, it was a little behind in getting started. It took another five minutes before the local band that headlined the concert came on; they jammed to this odd-sounding band for all of fifteen minutes before going crazy after the main bands that they were there to hear came on.

Some four hundred or so years ago, when people started making a return to liking the bands that existed in the twentieth and twenty-first century, a device was invented so money could be made from this interest, and so people who liked them bands could see hologram-like images of them playing their songs. When the device was first invented, the holograms were rather cartoony and unappealing; over the years, the holograms were so life-like that it almost looked like the people who use to be in them bands were still alive. Five Finger Death Punch did more than make the venue "shiver" and "rattle" with their tunes; the people around them sent up a chorus when Aerosmith came on, then an loud scream erupted when Airbourne was announced as coming on. He and his bruders had a beer on them when Airbourne came on; them beers didn't stay in their cups, or get drunk—they splashed the floor after they leaped up then started cheering and singing along with some of the songs that were being played. When ACDC came on, the roof damn near came down on them. Bile came close to doing as some of the people around them were, while Hazaar actually went through in doing it—their younger bruder looked very much like he was surfing all while he was riding the hands that took him towards the aisle; when he returned to where they were, he was all smiles.

Five Finger Death Punch did three encores; Aerosmith bedazzeled the crowd with four; and Airbourne surprised everyone by doing five. ACDC, being the Rock Gods that they were, did an astounding seven encores before saying goodnight. In the course of six hours, he and his bruders had three beers a-piece; Giovanni went a little crazy by having five. His friend, while being a little on the tipsy side, was sober enough to leave the main part of the venue with them after the hologram image of Brian Johnson said that his audience was most awesome and that he looked forward to seeing them again.

After the concert ended, they bought a few t-shirts, and beverage containers, then started to leave. The fun, on their end, ended right after they left the venue.

"Watch it!" a girlie with short, black hair, and dull, blue eyes, snapped at him after he walked into her.

"Sorry," he apologized.

"Move your clodhoppin' feet!" the girlie's companion, who had dark brown hair, that was slightly spiky, and uneven on the sides, and dull, blue eyes, said after he found himself as unable to move past him and his companion.

"Hey!" he said after the guy pushed, then came close to tripping him.

It took him a little while to figure that the two were following him, and were purposely trying to create trouble between him and them. It also took him a while to notice who they were.

Mathis Meyer Jr., and his wife, Lenora Falkenrath, had two daughters and three sons. Their oldest son was in his late twenties, while their middle-son was close to being twenty-four. Their youngest son was called Justin; he was closing in on nineteen. Their oldest daughter was a year younger than Justin, while their youngest was close to being thirteen. While he had his run-ins with Alvin and Mirco, he was mostly bothered by Justin... who got a kick out of getting him into trouble, and making certain chores up so to keep him busy and feel even more fatigued that what he already was. He had his issues with Emmy as well but, of the Meyer girlies, it was mostly Beatrix that he had to worry about.

Beatrix liked doing three things with him when he was living under her parents' roof. One revolved around her snapping at him for no reason, while the second was her slapping at his arms or backside when he wasn't looking; the third was her preference for doing the "oops" thing whenever she was walking past him. If the third thing was done, she's throw whatever it was that was on her plate, or in her cup, at him. She created a lot of messes for him to clean up thanks to that third interest of hers. On certain days, she was fond of making secret messes in the house then rushing to her parents; once she reached them, she'd tell them that he was "slacking" on the job.

Even though he was under the same roof as Justin and Beatrix during their childhoods, and even though it was going on a year and six months since he lived under that roof, he didn't recognise them right off for who they were. The same went on what they were doing. It was only when Justin tore his souvenir t-shirt from his hand that he recognised who he was, and it was only when Beatrix slapped his backside, then twirled him around so he was facing her, that he recognised who she was.

When he recognised who they were, his eyes grew wide then he shrank back. He started looking for Bile and Hazaar right away.

"Slave-Child should be carrying all of what his masters have bought." Beatrix said in her dry, but oddly soft, voice. She glanced at Bile and Hazaar, who were now turning to take in what was going on behind them, before turning her attention back to him. "With you being the ward of our planet's so-called protector, you should be run ragged."

"And shouldn't be showing your morbid mug to everyone." Justin yanked his hoodie back; he reacted by twisting himself around then pushing him back. Justin, the bruder who was never a bruder to him, and who he'd never consider as being his bruder, shook his head before lunging at him. "Them people that have you must of slipped in their discipline of you. My dat would tear your hide from you in nothing flat if you was still under his roof."

"With the way his back's all wrapped up, looks like they're not getting through to him." Beatrix cawed. "Dat always said you was stubborn, and stupid, and it looks like you've continued them things."

"G?" Bile said while coming up.

"And the son of the demon across the seas approaches." Beatrix laughed after seeing Bile. When Hazaar came up, she merely looked at him before giving out a strange laugh. "And one of the weeds of our "protector" also approaches."

"Take it that all of you royal-thinking lot are here?" Justin asked.

"Come on, G. The air smell ranks in this area, and the scenery isn't very good either." Bile said while taking him by the shoulder then pulling him forward. When he mentioned something about his shirt being with Justin, his bruder nodded his head then stopped to address the one who had his souvenir. "Don't know who you are, but one of you has an item that belongs to my brother. I'll be nice this one time in asking for it to be given to me."

"Oh, he'll be nice this one time. Ain't that nice! Junior Vile is threatening to sick his dat on us if he doesn't get his servant's dumb shirt back." Justin exclaimed after emitting a laugh.

While the concert was great, the events of right now weren't. The one who had his brother's shirt was the ugliest human that he had ever seen—and he didn't look full-grown yet, so he was probably going to look even unglier in the years to come! Along with having his hair set in the most ridiculous of styles, his pants were low... so much so that it looked like he took a dump in them. The human's face sported more than enough pimples on it; with his trunk-like nose, small eyes, and grayish complexion, he looked like an elephant. He came close to laughing when he saw that his hands were close to being nail-less, and that them nails had red nail polish on them.

The boy's female companion was, without a doubt, a relative of his. If he had to make any guesses, they were brother and sister. The girl, unlike her companion, who was close to being rail thin, was quite round; with her features, she looked more like a Gorilla than an elephant. Unlike the boy, who looked around the age of one who was allowed to be out at this hour in the evening, she looked a bit too young to be out and about. One look made him think that she was either a tomboy or lesbian—there was something about her that didn't look feminine, or straight.

After taking these two humans in, he approached the one who had his brother's shirt. The one who had the shirt stepped back, then produced a knife from his front left pants pocket. It was only when the knife was seen that he opened his mouth, then said the spell that'd move the shirt to the BMW's trunk. After the shirt was relocated from where it was, he said the spell that did the same with his brother's beverage mug—with the way the boy acted, he'd not put it against him if he went for it next. The human had no more been relinquished of the item that he had before becoming violent.

"Du scheißkerl ausländer dämon!" the boy exclaimed while slashing his knife at him. After jumping back to avoid being hit, he grabbed the arm that the weapon was in. It was a small contest to get the knife out of the kid's grasp; once the knife was on the ground, and the boy was backing away away from him, he turned to go back to his brothers.

"Let's get out of here before something happens." Bile said to his brothers.

They weren't allowed to leave the area. Right after his back was turned, the boy lunged for the knife. After reclaiming it as his, he rushed at his backside then swung it. He howled after the blade's cold steel sliced a good, three-inch cut into his lower back then turned to face the one who assaulted him. As it turned out, it wasn't he who intercepted the boy, or got into a fight with him.

Giovanni, who doubled back after seeing that he was alone, grabbed the boy by the arm then swung him around. He and the boy stared at one another for a short while before a fist was thrown; they were tusseling on the ground in no time after the punch was thrown. Giovanni had just bloodied the boy's mouth and nose when the whistle was heard. The policeman was quick in both running up to the ones who were fighting, in separating them, and in asking them what was going on; even though he and his brothers spoke in their defense after the boy said that they ganged up on him and his sister, and that one of them had a knife on them, and then spoke in Giovanni's defense, the man didn't listen or see them as the innocent parties. The call was made to the station; two squad cars were requested then the man said for him and his brothers to get on the ground and then stay there, which they honestly did.

It was about five minutes later when the two cars came, and when he and his brothers, and Giovanni, were told to stand and then turn around. Along with being searched, he and Guyunis were placed in cuffs and then thrown in one of the two cars; Giovanni and Hazaar, after being searched, were also cuffed, but they weren't thrown in the same car as they. After the two cars were full of the ones that they were called down for, they were driven towards downtown Lampertheim.

The last thing that he remembered, before being carted to the town's jail, then processed for his "crime", was what his parents said to him and his brothers before they left for the concert. While they behaved themselves, and the spell was done to make any alcoholic smells and drunkenness not be detected on them, they had gotten involved with two people that they shouldn't of gotten involved with. They had also gotten into a bit of trouble by being placed in cuffs, and then carted to jail. While his mother might understand what happened, his father might not. For all he knew, his father might not ever let him or his brothers out of his sight after tonight's events... and he might also force them to move from the planet too.