<em></em><div style="text-align: right;">Dylan Clark ~ sitting backstage having finished setting everything up...</div><br/><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7b/Kazimir.jpg)</div><br/>He took a moment to relax, sitting atop one of the speakers backstage, his arms and back sore and tired.  His black shirt was damp from sweat and clung to his body like a second skin.  His hair was matted from the work and the jeans he wore weren't helping him be comfortable.  The roadie was just happy that his job was over for the next few hours and he could get a bit of rest in before packing everything back up for the coming trip.<br/><br/>This wasn't what he wanted to be doing with his life.  He wanted to be back on stage playing guitar but that wasn't in the cards for Dylan as of yet.  A friend of his found him a gig that at least got him...relatively closer to his goal though.  Hearing the momentary hiss that was created when a amp plugged into its instrument, his ears perked up and he waited to hear what would come next.<br/><br/>The all too familiar tones of Skynard filled the air from the young girl on stage.<em>An all girl band...I was a lead guitarist for an industrial metal band and now...</em>he shook his head and pulled his iPod out of his pocket.  Putting the earbuds in he flipped through his playlists until he found something that was fitting his mood, The Axis of Perdition's<em>Urfe</em>, and turned the music up as loud as he could.<br/><br/>Reclining back against the wall he watched as the brunette started yelling,<em>Oh...this is going to be a fun day...</em>