<blockquote><div><cite>Reizu wrote:</cite><br/>Reizu giggled from behind his bushel of white hair. "Heh, let 'em. They FEEL the music. Seriously, let's hope no one pulls out anything. Hehe.."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>He snorted. "Yeah, man, it'd be funny though. Pull anything OUT? I was more concerned about somebody pulling someone else IN." He laughs.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Reizu panted a he pulled the last string on his bass as they finished "Don't Stop Me Now!" The wolfeasel pulled back his hair and fastened it back into his old style. Though it was signifigantly covered in sweat, he still looked normal.</div></blockquote><br/>Chris grinned and high-fived Reizu enthusiastically. "Nice one."<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> Reizu swaggered off the stage wearily. "Phew. By the way, a gift from your fans....Chris." The wolfeasel pulled a pair of underwear from the top of his bass and passed it to the white wolf. "After all, they do love you." He snickered as he wiped his brow with the back of his hand.</div></blockquote><br/>Chris laughed loudly and groaned as the skimpy pair of undies was handed to him. "Oh, wonderful." He grinned as he looked back out onto stage, which had more than a few similar items on it, most of them directed at the guitarist. More than a few had phone numbers on them, the rest, rather desperate and interesting messages written on them. "If I ever get backstage at one of your concerts, I intend to tie you to a chair and-" he broke off, howling with laughter. "I better not say that last part."