Amaya examined her room with raised eyebrows. It was like a morbid hotel room, complete with a no smoking sign over the door. Her bags were placed at the end of the black and red bed. She had two suitcases full of clothes and shoes and a backpack full of toiletries, her favorite blanket, and other various items.

Overall the room wasn't that bad. Amaya turned to the klokateer who had led her to the room and said, "Thanks for showing me the way, uh…" She was obviously searching for a name.

"I am 613 mistress." The klokateer replied in a deep voice.

"Alrighty then." Amaya said, once again raising an eyebrow. "If I need anything I'll call you."

The klokateer, 613, nodded and left the room, shutting the door behind him.

Amaya sighed and walked over to her backpack and pulled out her ipod and ihome. She plugged it in and put in on shuffle so she would have some music while she was unpacking.

Back in the living room the guys had already worked their way through a good amount of boos.

"So, let me this straight." Pickles said after a swig of vodka. "You cousin is a musical genius or sometin' like dat?"

"Pretty much." Murderface replied looking for a full bottle of beer.

Toki thought about this for a moment before asking, "Sos ifs she is sos goods then whys doen'ts she just becomes a famous musgicians?"

"He if I know! She got accepted into some fanshy artshe, mushic boarding high school but she didn't go."

"Pft." Skwisgaar scoffed. "Maybes she realizeds that she couldn't do anythings but puny jobs."

"'Ey. Dood, that ain't cool Skwisgaar."

"Yeah." Nathan agreed. "If your going to make fun of Amaya, at least do it to her face."

"Or you could not make fun of my coushin at all!" Murderface yelled, finally getting a beer our of the mass pile of semi-empty bottles.

"Fines!" Skwissgar yelled jumping to his feet. "I gos an tell her whats I thinks abouts her perkfects pitch!"

With that Skwisgaar stormed out of the room and Murderface facepalmed.

"Thishe is not going to end well."

"Whys?"

"Amaya ishe a little shensitive about her perfect pitch."

"Dood, she's a woman. What' do ya expect?"

"Uh, yeah. Chicks.

With Nathan's eloquent statement the conversation ended and the remaining band members went back to drinking themselves silly.

Amaya was organizing her shoes by color when Skwisgaar stormed into her room. She looked at the rather irate looking guitar player and stood up, dusting herself off.

"Can I help you?" She asked politely. She had the feeling that dealing with the members of Dethklok might be like dealing with children. Drunken children.

"Yes! You cans helps me bys…" Skwisgaar stopped when the song on the ipod changed to the Dethklok song, Sewn Back Together Wrong. "…You listens to Dethkolks?"

"Of course!" Amaya exclaimed. "It's my cousins band after all. I wasn't really into death metal until I started listening to Dethklok. Hey, you play guitar right?"

Skwisgaar, still in a bit of shock just nodded.

"Who writes the guitar parts?"

"I dos."

Amaya looked a little surprised. "Really? I figured you guys had people who wrote stuff for you. I mean, I don't think Will could really come up with anything."

"I usually figures outs the bass parts and shows thems to Murderface." Skwisgaar smirked at his own awesome-ness.

"Oh, cool!" Amaya sat on her bed and looked at the swede who she figured had just been a pretty boy. "I noticed you play the coffee jingle in a drops "D" tuning but most of your songs in in a low "C" tuning."

"Yeahs. The low "C"s way more metals."

Amaya giggled at how serious Skwisgaar sounded when he said metal.

Skwisgaar looked at the giggling woman in front of him and wondered how the hell she could be related to Murderface, for one thing she didn't reek. Forgetting why he had gone into her room in the first place Skwisgaar sat next to Amaya and glaced around her room.

"Ifs you is so goods at music where ares your inskraments?"

"Well, I figured I wouldn't be staying long so I didn't bring any. But right about now I wish I had my faithful, acoustic six-string."

"Pft, grandpas guitars." Skwisgaar put on his most superior face. "Onlys losers plays those."

"Hey!" Amaya turned to Skwisgaar and began to scold him, making lose his haughty air. "Without those 'grandpa guitars' you wouldn't have your electrics!"

At that the two musicians began arguing acoustic vs. electric.