(OOC: Wow, this seems familiar. X3 Sorry I've been behind. My classes have started again but at least I have one class with a computer. X3)<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Kruft wrote:<br/>Chris sang the lyrics with manic intensity, lowering his voice gruffly as he couldn't quite match Freddie's tones. He grinned and bounced around excitedly on stage when he wasn't singing. Naturally, to irritate Ptricia, he changed the awkward "thighs" line to "her thighs" and not "my thighs," pointing back at the drummer. He cackled in the wild applause after the song. "Couldn't resist. Alright, let's do something that ISN'T Queen. Your pick."<br/><br/><br/>"First we settle the matter of my thighs!" Ptricia bounded and somersaulted right over her drum kit, landing beside Chris. She was wearing short shorts with her 'Cast Iron Stomach' t-shirt, which showed a lot of her aforementioned thighs. <br/><br/>She struck a sexy pose, one hand on her hip, and said. "I think they're fine." She turned to the audience, swinging her hips and tail. "Do you guys agree?"<br/><br/>She sashayed back behind her drum kit, amidst howls of approval from the male half of the audience. "I guess Frantic would be a good way to go..."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Reizu watched the comedic antics of his fellow band mates, smiling while muttering beneath his breath. When did we become a comedy group? The wolfeasel shrugged his shoulders and let the two go on, appealing to the crowd.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Snorting, he walked across the stage and switched to the Explorer before kicking into the opening riff of Frantic.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Reizu banged his head to the beat after taking out his hair to let it fall over his face. Should someone smooth back his hair, they would find a wild grin across his face. Experience had taught him where the keys were so he could see him through his veil.