I'm writing a story...

[Chairman Kaga]

no you don't.

[LoveJanne]

Gus and Bob. and the rest of Firewind now that i think about it.

[Kirst-ehhh]

It's been quiet cause I'M not here


xx Kirsty

[LoveJanne]

true, very true

[LoveJanne]

i finally found time to get back to writing! =p more to come

Gus stood up, one water bottle in each hand, one cradled under each arm. He caught me staring. I looked away, but it was too late. Chuckling, Gus just left me a bottle and went back to the stage. I watched, a little in wonder, as the fat hanging over the waist of his pants jiggled with each step.

Once he was back with the others, the three bottles were given out--Apollo, Mark, and Petros. Gus came back by me, getting himself a bottle, and again going back to the stage. The show resumed with “Into the Fire”, followed by “Head Up High”, and ending with “Warrior”.

I had gone to sleep somewhere in the middle of “Head Up High”. Bob had came and woke me up. I had complained, of course, but that did nothing--I found myself being slightly dragged outside to the tourbus, by the combined effort of Bob and Gus. Only when we got to the steps did I stand up on my own and get in. Thereafter I took the nearest bed, which happened to have belonged to Petros. Not anymore it didn’t now.