Jack hadn't wanted to go, he didn't feel like listening to somone destroy there vocals... again...<br/>but he didn't want to part with his twin sister, or leave her alone with dad, so he went<br/>they had front-row seats but he didn't want to be there... he wasn't into the fact that his familiy were all fans of it, apart from Mum, who had to stay behind to prepare dinner<br/>mum didn't particularly like this band at all, and he agreed with her... to a certain point at least<br/>his twin sister, Joan, was having the time of her life<br/>after the concert finished Joan said again for the tenth time..... this week.... that she wished she had backstage tickets<br/>Jack had recieved a package containing three backstage passes<br/>he had given them to mum<br/>who had burned them.<br/>He didn't understand why it had to be burning(especially in the Church yard) but, hey, as long as they didn't go backstage, it was alright with him.<br/>Now its not that he didn't like the band, the band was alright, but the thing is, he thought there was somthing fishy about them... take the lead singer for example.<br/>She was more beautiful than Aphrodite, naked, in your bedroom, inviting you onto the bed, without anything covering her body, and fing-- you get the idea<br/>however, whenever she was on stage, she seemed to get hungry, I suppose singing can do that but the thing is, she only seemed to get hungry, not thristy, there was never any water besides the Mic stand or anything<br/>lets also look at the Guitarrist, I mean, dude, whats up with the Persian hassansin eyepatch? he never seemed to take it off, ever, at all.<br/>I suppose its just part of his look<br/>no, somthings odd, somthings really odd<br/>the really odd thing is what happens backstage... no one knows, no one ever seems to hear from some of the people who get the passes again<br/>and then they just seem to pretend they never exsisted...