<blockquote class="uncited"><div>He turned around to his bandmembers and says "Reizu, Ptricia, this is my godfather, Soren. Soren, these are the other band members." He gazed in surprise at the packed audience, and said "Wow. Big turnout. I didn't think we'd be this popular!" </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Ptricia smiles politely at the green-blue dragon. "Yeah, I never expected we'd have a gig this soon! Thank you!"<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>He hurriedly sets up the equipment, and grins as the crowd give a whoop as they go onstage. </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Ptricia, of course, can't set up her trap until she's on stage, but she rises to the occasion, stripping her gear out of it's covers and slotting it together like a professional sniper putting together her custom rifle, even as the crowd cheers Chris and Reizu.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"Hi, we're the..." he turns around and shrugs at the band. "The Cast Iron Stomachs, for the moment." This brought laughs and whoops of approval from the preds in the crowd. Grinning, Chris tuned his guitar quickly and turned around to Reizu and Ptricia. "Alright. What do you guys want to start with? I vote Frantic."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>The humanoform sphinx flicked her striped tail with approval. "Yeah, let's kick off with something that bites hard."<br/><br/>Then she crouched down by the kit, and called out, "One moment..."<br/><br/>She made a final adjustment to the bass drum and placed her hand on the front skin. Though it was covered from the audience by her body, the pair up on stage could see the Star Destroyer image dissolve, and be replaced by a picture of a stomach on a white background, with intestinal tubes sticking from it.<br/><br/>But it was all made of near black metal plates, with rusty seams held together by rivets, and the tubes were copper with flanges and gaskets joining them together. The words 'Cast Iron Stomachs' formed below, a continuation of the piping coming down from the cast iron stomach above. Most of the lettering was piping, but the o's were pressure gauges, both with needles in the red zone.<br/><br/>Ptricia jumped up, and slid round behind the seat. She gave a quick drum roll and ended with a cymbal clash. "Rhythm section is Go!"