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CJ was pulled by Tom to Bill's room, and he began searching for candy. It made her giggle to find out that as well a a sugar addict, Bill was a neat freak. "Woo, skittles!" She smiled, as he found some hidden in the mirror. "Who hides candy in their bathroom cupboards anyway?" She asked.

Synyster nodded. "See? Maybe you wouldn't have to get completely ripped, maybe just something on those little noodle arms would be enough." He snickered. 'Plus, muscle helps. Like, say you go on tour and trip over a bra or par of underwear some crazed fan throws on stage; if you have enough muscle, not too much harm done but if you don't have enough then snap! Broken arm." He stopped and laughed, having thought of what he said. When he was on tour with Avenged Sevenfold, so many women threw their underwear or bras that they literally had a six or seven foot tall "tree" to hang them all on.

Ainako Had Just gotten back from helping her mom unpack, and just like she thought it was torture. Having to move tables 'up' and 'down. She hugged her mom as she got out the car and waved good bye. Since she thought that bill and the rest had left she went up to her dorm to wait till her next class started. She walked past bills room and saw Tom and CJ in it. She smirked slightly as she walked in silently standing behind Tom waiting for him to turn around.

"Uh. Bill does?" Tom threw the two bags onto the bed Bill sleeps on. The other one was messy and covers were all over the ground beside it because Tom had slept on it this morning. Tom looked up, and smirked. He probably looked a little ... weird, being in his brother's dorm with CJ and two large bags of candy. "Hey, welcome. Candy?" Tom offered as he held up the two bags. "Oh, and if Bill finds out we did this, he'll have his half hour if hate." Tom smirked.

Bill looked at his arms again. "Noodle arms." He mumbled to himself. He broke out in laughter. he really did have noodle arms. "Oh. We get los of those thrown on stage." Bill said, shaking his head slowly. It sort of weirded him out. "I remember one time, Tom and I were doing a solo together. He played guitar, and I sang. It was somewhat silent in the stadium.. And then WHAM." Bill made an explosive gesture with his arms. "There was a bra hanging off Tom's guitar neck. I giggled half way through the song and took it off. I was afraid to touch it." Bill giggled again, and sat up. "This bench isn't comfortable."

Synyster was in immediate stitches. When he finally calmed down, his face was red as a tomato. "I had that happen once! Another time I was in the middle of a guitar solo and I went to walk across the stage and slipped on a huge ass pair of underwear. Luckily, it was a true solo. The other guys were taking a break so I was playing for the hell of it. I should make a sign that says 'Please Aim All Under Wear Off Stage So No One Breaks Their Neck Or Keep Them On Your Body. Thank You, Brian Haner.'" He laughed and shook his head. "People are insane."

"Well, if he'd suspect anyone of stealing the candy, he'd suspect Ainako." She smiled at the girl who had joined them in Bill's room. The skittles seemed to be calling to her, especially those amazing little purple and green ones. Skittles were one of her favourite sweets; She could just glomp Bill for stashing them.

Bill snorted when he laughed, and covered his mouth. "That's so weird. I don't understand. So, when these girls leave these concert, they have no bras on." Bill said, placing his index finger on his lower chin. "ew. Yeah, it should be a rule." He added, "No throwing undergarments on the stage when performers and performing." Bill laughed a little. Just thinking about the whole scenario of Tom having a bra hanging of his guitar neck made him laugh.

"Good point." Tom said, looking at Ainako. "Atleast we don't get the blame now." he said jokingly. He handed Ainako a handful of candy corn, and a handful of skittles. He gave CJ a handful of skittles and some candy corn too. "Fiick, I never really understood why Bill loves Candy so much. But, now I think I'm starting to understand." He said, shovelling candy into his mouth.

Ainako looked remotely sad. " Nice to know someone cares right?". She shook her head giving the candy back. "Nope I don't want, besides, I have this and a whole lot more in my room, and yes my door is locked"> She did sit on the bed though. "You guys skipped class too, I thought you liked Guitar Tom?". She asked out of curiosity . She laughed, "Candy is adictive yes, and I am the candy goddess".

Pete finished his song. "one of my favorites to play" he said, zoning into the conversation, and the first thing he hears is about . . .ladies undergarments. . . . .strange. . . .weird. "wow you guys, nice subject" he said sarcastically. he started plating again, a bunch of intros to different songs, Paint It Black, Carpal Tunnel Of Love, Handlebars, his favorite intros really. after he played the complete version of Paint It Black. "awesome song" he mumbled once he finished

Synyster nodded, rubbing the rough fuzz of a beard on the bottom of his chin. "Especially when you have enough to fill a six foot 'tree'. Jesus Christ. And what do they expect us to do with them? We just throw them away, after making fun of a few of course." He smirked. "How about beer? You guys ever get that thrown at you? Sometimes I go back to my hotel room drenched with my makeup running and smelling of about ten different alcohol drinks." He looked at Pete. "We're talking about experiences we've had with women fans throwing their undergarments on stage. And how at Avenged Sevenfold has a six foot tree we hang the bras and underwear on. It's usually filled at east three fourths of the way." He hummed along as Pete played Paint It Black. "Awesome doesn't even cover it."

"Hell I like guitar. I just wasn't too fond of the people in that class. Whiners and snobs." He said, rolling his eyes. he hated people who thought they were better than they really were - well, with an exception of himself, of course. "Why don't you want any? C'mon Ainako." Tom said, waving a bag of candy in front of her face.

"I know, right. Tom kicks them at people, the bastard. Georg, Gustav and I just pretend like they're not there. It's hard sometimes." Bill said. "And beer? You get beer thrown at you?" Bill exclaimed. "Now that's just bizarre." Bill said, raising an eyebrow, a little weirded out. "I usually get glow sticks thrown at me, and shoes." He said, thinking about the one time when a glow-stick landed in his hair. "Good times, really." He said, smirking.

[[D; I have no idea where to jump in.]]

[I had the same problem! So I just made Synyster sort of run out of nowhere and be like 'Hey!' LOL]

Synyster nodded. "Beer. People at our concerts buy a cup of beer, drink most of it then throw the cup with the rest of whatever they were drinking at the stage. One kid threw a water bottle at Matt, our singer. It hit him right in the face, knocking hit hat and sunglasses off. Ha, he about jumped into the crowd to beat the shit out of that kid. What's your band's genre? I think beer being thrown is always with the mosh pits. Wait, a shoe? Are you messing with me?" He laughed. "You see some pretty insane people at concerts, though. No matter the kind or place."

[[If this ends up totally retarded, I apologize. D:]]

Alix skipped down the hallway she was at earlier with her guitar case on her back. Being the idiot she was, she had left it down in the vocal classroom. Smooth. She made up some bogus excuse about her grandfather being sent to the ER with heart problems and she had to leave, but forgot about her guitar. At least the ending was semi true. It appeared that Synyster had skipped class like the rest of them. "Hey!" she said and smiled.

"No, no joke. A fucking shoe. I really do wonder what people say about them when they walk out of the venue with only one shoe, or no bra." Bill said. He really did wonder. Wouldn't people glare at them in disgust? People with no shoes would end up looking homeless. And girls with no under garments.. Ick. "What a waste of beer that must've been. A water bottle. That's fucking insane." Bill said, clasping his hands over his mouth and gasping. If he had ever gotten hit in the head with a waterbottle he probably would've bat the kid up with his noodle arms. "German glamour rock, I think?" Bill answered, not really sure of his genre.

"Damn, that's weird. It didn't hit anyone, though?" Synyster scoffed a laugh. "Other people probably think 'Man, I should have done that!'" He rolled his eyes.

"Our other guitarist and me had to hold him back until security dragged the kid out. It was funny cause people started yelling and cursing and throwing things at the guy. There was almost a riot that night." He shuddered slightly.

Synyster smirked. "I sort of expected that. A lot of girls? That means no mosh. And since you and Tom are late teen, almost early twenties that means the others in your band are close in age which means no beer for the audience since they're mostly underage fan girls. No beer and no mosh means no alcohol bath." He nodded.

"Well there's a few thirty year olds, of what I've noticed." Bill said a little disgusted. "But a fan is a fan. I love them. Err, well most of them anwyay. Just the ones that don't throw things at me, or maul us on sidewalks." Bill added quickly. He began thinking again; what fan has he met that didn't cry, didn't maul him and his fellow band members, and hasn't thrown stuff at them... Well, no fan. "And besides I think I could do withouht an alcohol bath." He chuckled.

Ainako just shook her head pulling out a sucker and popping it in her mouth. "I haves all the candy I needs.". She looked around for his guitar and pointed at it. "I wanna hear you play.". "I understand about the whiners and the snooty people, they erk my nerves". She shivered in disgust but relaxed again on bills bed. "You know when class ends...or this class period ends?" she sat up again looking at the clock.

Synyster snickered. "Wow, that's interesting. Maybe they love your music or they're complete pervs. Like, worse than Tom." He gasped teasingly. "I know the feeling, though. Getting shit thrown at me, getting tackled and mobbed. It's okay when I'm on stage and stuff but I can't even walk into a gas station without someone yelling and freaking out. It sucks."

"Yeah, they aren't really that big of a deal unless you're too tired to bathe before going to bed. Then the maids get pissed off at you and give you the death glare every chance they get." He snickered.

"We were just asking that ourselves before we came in here." CJ shrugged, talking about the time and when class ended. She leant against the wall with the skittles and popped a few in her mouth. Sugary goodness She sighed in her head, before looking at Ainako. "You know you want the candy." She tempted, waving her arms around the candy corn.