Nadia looked around and heaved a sigh of relief. The broken neck of her guitar slipped from her fingers and clattered to the floor. The rest of the shards of ash that had once made up the body of the guitar were so small that one could mistake them for so many toothpicks. She shakily climbed back onto stage to a roar of cheering and applause. Her voice shook ever so slightly as she spoke into the mic once more. Her gaze was fixed on the piles of bones on the floor. "And that's gonna be a set break... Manual Automatic will be back in thirty minutes."<br/><br/>She wandered offstage in a daze and was immediately tackled by Renee. "Where the Fuck did that come from? Why didn't you tell us you were planning effects like that?" Her tone of voice seemed to go back and forth between upset and impressed.<br/><br/>Aaron simply shrugged in his usual non-committal way. "Pretty sweet though."<br/><br/>Nadia ran her fingers through her hair. "Sure... Sorry. It was a last minute decision..."<br/><br/>It was difficult to maintain the charade like that. It seemed downright disrespectful. Four people just died without ever knowing what hit them and their 824 bones now littered the club floor. A plethora of questions swam through her head.<br/><br/><em>Was it right to move them? Would there be an investigation? What should she do with them? What the hell happened just now anyway?</em><br/><br/>She listened for any sign of a reaction, and prayed that the audience wouldn't discover the bones were real. An idea came to her and she turned back to Renee and Aaron. "Can you guys... Well, we need to... I mean, let's go out and pick up the... Props?"