OOC: Yeah, I only realized how Russian that sounds. >_<<br/><br/>The bear grunted at the jibe. "I've been doin' this fer thirty years and if I've learned one thing it's that rock stars are awful precise." He gestured at Chris, who was gazing absent-mindedly at the lighting rig. "That one looks like t'kind of person who'd blow a gasket if somethin' went wrong."<br/><br/>He flipped through the file quickly, but taking enough time to show he understood everything that was planned. "Well, it's all alright, as long as yer careful with any pyro. We had a puka doing the pyro for one of the tours I did with Judas Priest in '84. Stupid bastard nearly set me alight." He gave a hacking laugh, grinning broadly. "Aye, I'll get it together.<br/><br/>Chris walked over a few minutes later, returning from the dressing room in a Halford-esque leather and studs get-up, complete with a mohawk. He paused next to the drumkit. "...Too much?" He smirked. "Not as if it'll change my mind. What are we planning with the effects then?"