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Upon the final descending notes of War Ensemble, Izzie hung back and began listening to Chicago Loop as they then played their set. Which, again, Izzie didn't recognise a single song off of...until they got to Please Please Me. "Ooooh, Beatles," she mused, sitting haphazardly on top of one of the lower, floor-set amplifiers with her guitar resting on her raised knee as she hummed along to the familiar chorus of the song. Hell, who didn't recognise the Beatles? Even the most extreme of metalheads weren't worth shit as far as Izzie was concerned if they didn't have respect for a band like the Beatles. Set against all the metal she listened to--and metal being an inherently dark genre--the vastly more light-hearted nature of the Beatles' music was refreshing, so she tapped on the surface of her guitar along with the song, smiling as it finished off.

Up at the head of the stage, Johnny called out. "Chicago, come on out here." Eyebrow raised, Izzie pushed herself from the amplifier and, guitar carried in her vice-like grip, she walked over to where Legion and Chicago Loop were coalescing; Lenchi, still giddy from the speed of the Corporal and War Ensemble, veritably leapt down from the drum platform as he approached as well.

"Hey guys, our fans came to see not only us," Johnny was saying as Izzie approached. "You guys too. I may sound like an ass to you guys but the show is what we are here for." Up to this point, Izzie was all for it. Sounded great to her, wonderful, lovely, let's dispose of the talk and get back to playing music, yeah?

But when Johnny turned to Izzie, she raised an eyebrow. "What?" she demanded defensively.

"Izzie, if you get a hissy fit, I will take your place, understand?"

The guitarist was a bit taken aback, before anger flashed across her previously good-natured features, fresh from the euphoria of the Beatles song. "Um, no, I don't understand. When did you become the one giving the orders around here?" Her eyes narrowed angrily on Johnny. What the hell is he thinking? I wasn't planning on a fucking 'hissy fit' until he decided that was the wisest thing to say. "Let me give you a hint: you aren't, and if you want me off this stage, you're welcome to just fucking try and get me off of it."