Reizu placed his bass guitar in the back while looking at the bus. He sighed before jumping in. The inside was decorative with lush carpet on the floor. The bedrooms were perfectly clean and the beds looked inviting. The kitchen was also in good shape and thankfully so was the bathroom. When Chris asked if he was driving, Reizu nodded. "Yep. I'm driving this thing. Buckle up and strap in." The white wolfeasel opened his glove department and pulled a pair a black fingerless leather gloves and goggles. He strapped up and put the goggles around his neck before speaking into the intercom. "Good evening, band crew. This is Reizu speaking. Destination: Sugar Club in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1....Blast off!! The bus radio turned on while bus took off like a shot out a sniper. Reizu was pushed back deep into the seat by the burst off speed while he spoke into the intercom. "Sorry, I forgot to mention. This bus was taken to a black market auto repair shop who did much more than they intended. By the way, Chris, new song." He turned the radio to Guns 'n' Roses "Paradise City." Reizu sung along while he drove the blurring bus.