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Two hours after of working at the bar Sarah had went back to help set up some band that would be performing there. Neveah had no clue who they would be at all, due to her lack of paying attention at any bars meetings. Half the time she wouldn't even how up to them. She found them to be a waste of her time so she would always wiggle her way around the, although a few she had been forced to go. But if you normally go to the meetings, you'll know it is a rare sight to see her at meetings. She just want the type of person to ever go really and early everyone knew that about her. Sarah came back blabbering about the band and squealing about t causing her to laugh at that. "There here! I'm so excited! they are performing here, ad we get to help them get ready to perform." Sarah was acting like such a kid and Neveah couldn't help but to laugh about it. She nodded her head off lazily with a smile. "I'm not suppose to be helping them in the slightest. I do my duties at the bar and you know that!" She stated firmly not planning to budge about that at all. It wasn't that she didn't want to go and see them at all. It was more of the fact that she didn't want to help them out while Sarah would be gushing about them the whole time. "Fine you prude, don't slow down business while I'm gone!" Sarah teased her leaving once again to finish sitting everything up for the uprising concert at some point in time during the night.
The next few minutes seemed to be slow. She gave other people their drinks here and there not really having the normal rush they had around that time. When she turned to look at the stage, I seemed as if half of the people there had already begun to crowd the area. She laughed softly about it not noticing the man as he came and sat down at the bar. She didn't see the big deal in it all. They were just some and that was starting to get big. Now that they area EVERYONE seems to be buzzing about it and she couldn't help but to just laugh about the whole thing. Neveah was always the type to like to listen to music it, but she never got into a band and began to like them as a major fan. Half the time she barely knew the songs name, so how would she even know the person who sings it. It her the whole thing was dumb since she didn't ever feel the rush and excitement that came with it.
Her own thoughts had been cut short when she heard someone speak. It had taken her a moment to register what he was telling her. She was used to just people stating what thy wanted and leaving. She looked at him for a moment, completely clueless as to who he even was. But then he had a strange look of confusion on her face an nodded at him. She grabbed a clean glass and began to dry it off so it wasn't wet anymore. Afterwards she poured the beer into the glass sliding it over to him. "We do have it on the V.I.P. list." She told him and looked at him for a moment more. It finally had came to her and her eyes went wide. "I'm such an idiot, give me a second." She told him going back. A few minutes later she came back with a chicken sandwich. She set it down in front of him and gave a small smile. "Personally I think it tastes amazing. Not top rated fancy, but still amazing." She told him and brushed a strand of her purple hair behind her ear. She saw Sarah and waved her hand over so that she came over there. "That's, Fr-" Sarah started but her mouth was covered as she was in the middle of speaking. She gave her the glare that said for her to be quiet. "Your turn to take over, I embarrassed the hell out of myself. You should have told me they were going to be here and who they were!" Neveah huffed out and pouted about it. Sarah simply snickered and went behind the bar. Neveah took off the small nametag and walked out, trying to make her way through the crowd again.

         "Everybody is here." The sound and light guy told Matt back stage. "So the bill looks like this: The Covenant plays first, then Brave New World, followed by Pull Pushers Paradise, then Hellfire Rage, then Folklore, and then you guys finish up the night."
"So the other sets gotta be what, fifteen, twenty minutes?" Matt looked around backstage, it was filled with musicians and stage crews.
"The first three bands get fifteen minutes, the rest up until you guys get thirty. You guys get two and a half hours."
"Fuck, eh? The party will go until sunrise." Matt laughed. "Well, I'm gonna go get me a beer."
Frank smiled as the girl behind the bar told him about the whole V.I.P. deal, waiting until she caught on. He reached into his jean pocket and pulled out a pair of fingerless biker gloves and his wallet. He pulled out a twenty and stuffed it in the tip jar and pulled on his gloves. "Don't worry about it," he smiled to her as soon as she realized who she was talking to. "We all fuck up." He sipped his beer and listened to her rave on about how great the sandwhich is. "I shall take your word for it."
As he began to eat the lovely sandwhich, with chicken grilled to perfection, he watched as another woman who worked at the bar had a freak out over him.
"Get comfy, Frankie." Matt sighed as he sat down at the bar. "We will be here for quite a bit." Matt rubbed his clean shaven chin and looked at the woman behind the bar. "Can I get two beers please?" He then looked at Frank. "You want a beer? Make that three beers please."
Frank laughed as he took the finishing bite of his Sandwhich. "Relax, man. Enjoy your time here, it's not every day we get to watch small town bands open for is in California.Take your time, visit the merch booths, buy some thing. Just enjoy yourself man."
"Why do you think I'm ordering myself some beer? I enjoy the music, it's the same music we play. Well, that's a lie. Pill Pushers Paradise and Folklore aren't. Pill Pushers are punk, and Folklore is folk metal." Matt groaned, hitting his head off the oak wood bar.
"If you don't complain, it'll go by faster." Frank shook his head laughing as he looked up at the stage, where Axel was helping the first band to set up their drum set. Frank listened, hearing the sound of Pantera lightly playing over the P.A. system. "This is where I love to be, man. At a bar, at least thirty minutes before show time. It's beautiful."
"While Folklore are playing, we are all warming up." Matt cracked his knuckles. "Dont want you to get up there for almost three hours and completely fuck up your voice. We need those vocal cords of yours to still work after nearly three hours"

         

Eight Hours Before The Show In California

"Okay, so after we play Dark Matter Of Abysmal Spawning, I think we should play that new track." Frank yawns, scribbling down the set list in blue marker on a lined piece of paper. The band was given their first ever two hour and a half long set list, and they knew that they had to step it up. They had been used to playing only hour long sets.
"Do you think its ready to be played?" Matt questioned. He sat across the wooden table which Frank and the drummer, Axel, sat at. "We just wrote it last night. We don't even have a demo for it."
"Yeah, but I want the fans to hear something new tonight. What better way to do that then to play a new song?" Frank's attention drifted, his eyes peering out of the window beside him.
"Frank, we have almost three hours to play. We can play tracks off the new album, and still have time to play songs off Box O' Snakes."
"Matt, he isn't even listening anymore." Axel sighed. "Why Box O' Snakes anyway?"
"We never play anything from it. All we play is the intro from track one as we get on the stage, that's about it." Matt's guitar rested on his lap, his long brown hair touching the face of the guitar. It was a beautiful Les Paul, he used it at every show. "So what do you think about that idea?" He asked. He reached on to the table and grabbed a black hat that had the logo of the band Exumed written on it. He put it on backwards on his head, and started playing the main riff to the track Poisoned Rats.
"I'm all for it, man. Just gotta run it past Jake and make sure Frank heard it."
"Alright boys." The voice of the bus driver, Scruffy Jones, called. "We have just entered San Diego. "