Chris resisted the urge to poke at the vortex, instead simply staring at it. "Wow. Well, I hope you shampooed twice." He turned around at the sound and saw the band coming out, Lemmy giving the wolf a pat on the back. "Great warm-up." Chris resisted the urge to give another delighted squeal and simply nodded, a grin on his face. "Well, I get to watch you now..." Lemmy grinned before walking out onto the stage, Chris whooping equally as loud as the crowd.<br/><br/>It seemed Chris knew every word, but largely not singing along, with the exception being the chorus of "Overkill". All in all it was a fantastic set, though, and Chris beamed at the band as they walked offstage. "That was amazing!" he enthused. The band simply smiled and disappeared into the dressing room.<br/><br/>Everything was packed up within the next half hour, and Chris heaved his equipment onto the bus, panting at the weight. "We need roadies," he coughed grumpily, before closing the door on the bus and looking over at Ptricia. "We have to make our own way to the club, so, you can either go Air Sphinx or come with me, but I'm taking the Harley." He hopped onto the bike and zoomed off, with or without her.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>He arrived at the club a few minutes later, quietly sneaking in the back entrance, before attempting to make his way quietly up to the bar-but failing as a fan of his noticed him and whatever wavelength every female in the club was on made them turn around and immediately mob him, the guitarist grinning brightly. "Glad you love the band...well, I'm not -exactly- single, but I have a very understanding girlfriend...no, I don't really think she'd understand that. Or that. I don't think that's legal, sorry..." After signing about three dozen autographs (many in more "sensitive" places), he finally made his way to the bar, jumping up into a seat after signing a particularly eager dragoness's breasts . "Man, you could fit Paradise Lost on those..." giggled the guitarist, glancing around the venue for where Ptricia was.