(http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/3070/newspaperq.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Sunday, May 16th, 2011. 11:56pm</strong><br/><br/>screaming crowd (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ARJ_6liARmU#)<br/><br/>The stadium is packed. What was suppose to be a 2 hour show has now stretched into a 4 hour encore. The band seemed to have no end to the sheer energy it was giving off in this performance. The fans cried for it, and they delivered it. What made things worrysome was the fact that they were still in Texas. It would take 3 days travel just to get to Chicago from here.<br/><br/>"Delinquents! Delinquents! Delinquents!" The crowd shouted! They were riled up, and each member was drenched in sweat from the hot spot lights. The sound of blaring guitars, heavy drums and sweet intoxicating voices could be heard over the massive speakers on either side of the band.<br/><br/>Panties, bras, and every other assortment was thrown on stage. Girls, topless with band members written on their tits were straddled over their boyfriend's shoulders, testifying their undying affection for the band. On stage all 5 of them were gods to the people below. Adrenaline, the most intoxicating drug, was coursing threw their veins. With each chord Sang, with each solo preformed the crowd screamed for more!<br/><br/>As the last note was sang, the crowd begged for more, but the lights went out and "The Delinquents" finally left the stage. Backstage was Maggie, the manager, as well as an assortment of food and booze. Soft plush couches was littered with beautiful women. They screamed when they saw the band members walk back.<br/><br/>Maggie's phone would ring. The Caller ID said: Walter Vice. He was the CEO of ImagiCorp, and a man who demanded people's full attention. Out on stage several stage hands rushed to collect the band's instruments.<br/><br/><strong>OOC:</strong>Feel free to mingle, get to know one another's RP style. This should be a great place to do that.<br/><br/>