OOC: Chris has a strong stomach. ^^<br/>He rolled his eyes as Ptricia thought about sending her back. "I'd rather not. I have an unfortunate number of psychos that want a piece of me, whom I've offended by doing nothing. People are so testy, it's ridi-AAAAH!"<br/>Chris was thrown from one end of the bus to the other when Reizu slammed the handbrake outside the club, landing in a heap-again-at the front of the bus. Getting up and blinking groggily, he fell over a couple of times before he found his legs again. "...warn me before you do that again...please." Picking up his kit, he motioned to the others to follow him. He placed his stuff on the ground and gave the owner of the club a massive bearhug, grinning. "Thanks for this, Soren." The green-blue dragon ruffled his hair and says "No problem kiddo, least I could do." 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!" He hurriedly sets up the equipment, and grins as the crowd give a whoop as they go onstage. "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."