Nadia became slightly nauseated at the prospect of the bones becoming souvenirs. She had to stop them. Her first reasoning for this thought was that she simply wished to gather the remains for a proper burial, but another possibility creeped into her subconscious.<em>What if there's an investigation?</em>Four people just died at her show; someone was going to wonder where they went. It became more imperative to get those bones out of the hands of the fans and hidden away somewhere safe.<br/><br/>She racked her memory for any way she could continue the charade, and in a flash of brilliance she thought of Trent Reznor. The ARG created for the Year Zero album... Yes, an ARG might be crazy enough to work. She would just have to run with it. She immediately began looking for some sort of container. There. A large cardboard box in a corner just off stage.<br/><br/>As she went to retrieve it, Nadia spotted a man in a suit approaching.<em>Oh shit. Is it already too late?</em>She tensed up as he reached into his jacket. She was certain he would pull out a badge, or worse, a weapon. She relaxed only slightly as he said in a jovial tone. "Fantastic Job, Manual Automatic."<br/><br/>He proceeded to introduce himself and produce the item he had in his jacket. It was only a business card. Though she had indeed heard of Cavary and Sons, she had little time to fraternize if she was to put her plan into effect. Renee and Aaron seemed to hang on the man's every word however.<br/><br/>Nadia took the card from him and unceremoniously shoved it into her brassiere. "Thanks... I... We are very busy just now. Thank you for the offer, but we'll have to get back to you. Enjoy the rest of the show."<br/><br/>She grabbed Renee's and Aaron's arms and led them away from the suited man without letting him get another word in. Renee began to protest, but Nadia faced her sternly. "Look, sorry, we're back on soon and I left my spare guitar in the van. Please please please, go get it for me?" She pressed her keys gently into Renee's palm. Renee sighed in a somewhat childish manner but took the keys and disappeared.<br/><br/>Now turning to Aaron, Nadia pulled a fifty dollar bill from her wallet and handed it to him. "There's a convenience store around the corner. Go buy me as many decks of playing cards as they have. I need a cigarette lighter too. Hurry." She hoped the urgency in her voice had come through even though his expression hadn't changed.<br/><br/>She picked up the cardboard box she had seen and sauntered over to the Event Staff Supervisor. "Excuse me... I need you to send someone out to pick up all my..." she cleared her throat but it didn't make the words any easier to say. "Prop bones. Before the audience gets all of them, you know? Tell 'em to wear latex gloves if possible, the chemicals might irritate skin." She indicated the box she was holding as where they should be put, and hoped that this wasn't the strangest request a band had ever made.