It was two weeks later. Both bands, Violet Eyes and Head Plate agreed to meet in Newark. Head Plate's recently cleaned bus sat out on a large deserted parking lot behind a concert hall. Gunner was twirling his drum sticks around, Izzy was spraying his hair, Axel was getting dressed in his new Metallica shirt. Everybody was anxious, except for Johnny. He sat in his bunk, wearing the same clothes as he did at the concert, with a major hangover. C'mon lad get up, a new day ahead, filled with new bands new friends and blah blah blah…oh my head. I don't care, I ain't about to get up. Crap, Izzy is shouting something at me, I know it. Bloody Hell!

"Get up man, the girls are almost here!" Izzy was shaking Johnny as he said that. Johnny was silent though, he replied with only one middle finger directed toward Izzy.

"Fine Brit, stay in bed covered in your own piss, see if I care." Izzy looked up and saw a black and pink bus inching toward theirs. The bus slowed to a stop and immediately four girls, one wearing only black, one in a leather jacket, one with flaming pink hair, and one with bright colored socks, came marching out one by one. The boys looked out the window and came out to meet them, Izzy was of course out first. Axel followed and so did Gunner, Johnny still lied in bed.

"Hey ladies!" Izzy spoke to the girls, none of them answered back with a flirty wink. These girls weren't going to fall for Izzy easily.

"Hello." Answered Pandora, with a voice like Wednesday Addams.

Casey looked at Axel's shirt "Metallica rocks."

"Yeah they are totally my favorite."

Judy looked around, there were only three guys, that came out to greet them. "Where's Johnny?"

"Well…he's kinda havin' a hangover right now, so he didn't want to come. And also he just had a nasty break up with his girl friend so…" Axel punched Izzy in the arm with his huge hands.

"Dude, Johnny don't want us talking about that!"

The look on Judy's face spelled disappointment. While researching on the internet about Head Plate she read a couple articles about the breakup from British born rock star Johnny Napalm and his girlfriend Brittany 'Plum' McConnel. Apparently after being left alone for months on end an angry Plum greeted her boyfriend at the end of his American tour with a beer bottle to the face, but those were just stories…

Judy heard a door open and out stepped Johnny. He was wearing a new set of clothes, though Judy wouldn't of known that. His hair was green and he didn't take the time to spike it, though the remains of last nights ration of aqua net was still stuck in his hair. He wore a leather jacket, one with many patches that he probably did himself…as do many punk rockers. He pulled out a box of cigarettes and lit up. But under all of the grime and hair spray, Judy saw that something about him was different.

He was still thin and lanky, but now he looked even thinner.Though the last time she saw him was only three or so years ago he looked like he aged about twenty years. He looked tired and worn, worried, and confused.

"'Ello luv." Johnny said as he approached Izzy and slammed his fist down hard on his shoulder as Izzy cringed. Well, that's more like the Johnny I remember. "Judy, weren't you on the warped tour with me?"

"Yeah, back in '05." Judy wanted to say more to him, but she didn't know what to say. He was so different. Before things got awkward Scott and Ryan walked out of their bands vans and shook hands and began to talk to each other. Both bands heard their managers speaking and the directed that they both go into Head Plate's van. After all they were in Jersey and it was cold that day. One by one they piled in and both band members started talking to each other. Izzy was trying to hit on Midori, Axel and Casey were discussing which heavy metal band was the best, and surprisingly Gunner started up a conversation with Pandora. What they had in common, God only knows. Judy looked around the bus, it was messy, as all rock busses are, but this one was different. It had empty beer cans in the trash, cigarette packs everywhere, magazines of a specific genre by Izzy's bunk, and cans and cans of aqua net in the pantry. But while Judy was surveying the room, Johnny was surveying his new 'tour buddies.' Well, Judy sure looks different. She's grown up a bit. How old is she, 25, 28? I think she's had work done. She is pretty though…snap out of it! You've already decided that you don't need a lass, now do you. Oh Plum…damnit…this tour is gonna suck. Johnny Turned around and headed toward the fridge. Bugger! Izzy took the last beer!

The first tour was going to take place the next day in Newark. The two bands grabbed their instruments and set up at the arena. Since Head Plate was going to be the opening act they practiced first. They had an album that released about a year ago, titled Verging on Violence. It was filled with riot songs, and some gold old punk and metal. The girls listened to them play and they were impressed. The unique vocal styling's of Izzy, deep fast bass of Axel, steady fast beets from Gunner, and of course the powerful riffs coming from Johnny Napalms' black and white Gibson SG all added up for a one of a kind band.

Midori's ears picked up the drums and she was seen tapping her toes to the new American music. Casey was banging her head, and Judy was studying Johnny's strumming style. Pandora on the other hand was looking at the band playing differently. She had an ability to look at peoples' movements, and body language and tell what they were feeling. Izzy's head going pack and looking up, and excessive walking around the stage showed that he was showing off. Gunners focused eyes on this drum set showed that he was trying his hardest, drumming was his purpose in life, his only love, and he was not messing up. Axels' aggressive scowl and hard strumming showed that he didn't like his bass, or he was impatient with the song he was playing. With Johnny she saw the slowed strumming, somewhat sad expression on his face, and his lack of swagger. He wasn't drunk, or else he would be messing up all over the place and jumping up and down franticly. He seemed very sad and melancholy, and he wasn't even a goth musician.