New times; New ways.

Sweat floods the huge room, the smell and the salty substance. The crowd roars, jumping up and down nonstop, and screaming their hearts out. Not a single soul knows where they get the energy from, not even themselves. Simply, they forget about anything and everything and focus on the people on the stage. While over fifty members of the crew scramble around, double checking that everything is perfect, and making sure that these fans have the best night of their lives.

    Lights melt into the six figures on stage, making them sweat, making them squint. The screams and chant from the crowd feeds into them like caffeine, something they live for.

  “Thank you, Chicago!!” Rinnie screams into the microphone, taking a sharp breath and letting it out slowly.   She runs across two stages to Andy, who wraps an arm around her waist, and wave the other in the air.

    “You guys are great!” he shouts into the mic, and then wipe the sweat off of his forehead with a towel already around his shoulders.

 Ashley joins them on the same stage, and slips the mic out of Rinnie's hand while she isn't looking.

“How do you guys like the new drummer?” The crowd cheers even louder, if that's at all possible. “Wooh!” Ashley continues. “Give up for CC!”

Christian Coma stands up from his drums, holding a drum stick in each hand and throwing his arms in the air.

“Thank you!” he mouths, then sits back down, getting comfortable again.

   Rinnie adjusts her black tank top, and then scratches at her arm. This war paint gets incredibly itchy, and it didn't help she has that stuff smeared everywhere on her.

   Even though it didn't help with cooling down, it was a tradition to wear all black on the stage. Tonight, all she was wearing was a black tank top and ripped black skinny jeans. Her short bleach blonde hair was perfectly done, and those sparkling green eyes lit up every time the crowd cheers.

    The stage tonight was outrageous, including six different platforms, covering a huge arena. Each member has it's own stage, though Andy and Rinnie danced all over.

     “So, we have news for you guys!” Jinxx says, suddenly getting a microphone. His voice boomed throughout the building, and the crowd gets louder with every word said.

   “You all get a new car!” Jake Pitts says. As always, the crowd gets louder, though a little doubt hiding in the creases.

 “He was lying!” Jinxx says. “But we are going to put on a awesome show for you tonight! Afterwards, you all get BVB STICKERS!”

The crowd cheers and continues jumping, showing even more excitement if it were possible. 

   “Alright!” Rinnie says, shushing the crowd, at least quieting them a little. “This next song...” she says, her voice low. “is a little thing we like to call...” she pauses once more. “FALLEN ANGELS!”