<strong>UPDATE: Show down with the Owner</strong><br/><br/>Vinny the Arena owner had many concerns about the band playing tomorrow night and needed to know his precious place wouldn't be burned down to the ground like Texas. The fat man waddled back and forth in front of her as he waved his sausage like finger at her inside the Arena. "Look doll, I dont care if you got fuckin' Jesus in that bus of yours. Nobody. And I mean NOBODY fucks this place up! Now I gotta hire 14 more security guards just because the fuckin' insurance company thinks its a<strong>GOD DAMN NATURAL DISASTER TO HAVE YOUR FUCKIN' BAND ON MYSTAGE!"</strong>screamed Vinny, panting as he went off on a tangent.<br/><br/>In the corner of the small office where stood a man in a well pressed suit. He wore thin rimmed glasses and his blond hair was neatly brushed. He seemed very professional and stood silent as the meeting went on. "Vinny DiPiazzo bends for no one. Ya got that, doll? I want 30% more than what was originally agreed upon. Due to 'increased operation costs'." Vinny went on, chewing the end of his nasty smelling cigar.<br/><br/><strong>OUTSIDE</strong><br/><br/>Meanwhile, outsider as the band was getting off the bus, the fans that were screaming for the Delinquents began shaking the fence wildly. They would scream: "we love you" and "Please fuck me Davis!" as well as other frenzied statements. Aurora, ever the quiet one, began to head inside. She stopped only once to mumble something to a stage hand who turned pale white and then nodded.<br/><br/>The stage hand ran over to a few security guards standing by. The guards nodded and walked over to the crowd of around 50 fans. "All right. Looks like the Delinquents are going to let you watch the rehearsal! But if any of you over zealous assholes try something I will fucking murder you!" the large burly man bellowed and motioned for more Security guards to help him escort people inside the arena.<br/><br/>