O-zone Stories

Your name is Lara Credej, and you've been listening to O-Zone since you were 6 in 2009 . now that it's been 8 years, they get back together for a tour and are playing in your hometown of Chișinău. You, naturally, go to see them live, but you get lost after the show, to which one of the members finds you and lets you stay the night. It's now been 3 years since you started living with- and became part of the band, and everything has been going perfectly. You haven't seen your other family much, but you didn't care, O-Zone were your family now.

Isabella, a 17 year old girl and her sister, separated from their father, must survive the mass destruction caused by the disappearance of the o-zone layer. Kaleb, a 18 year old soldier stationed at zone O. He is forced to grow up quickly after losing his parents at a young age. When these 2 paths cross, they team up to face the natural disasters that claimed billions of lives. The world must make the choice as to who will live and who will die.

Lara decided to log her experience pulling an all-nighter. This is what came out of it, and two thirds of O-Zone doesn't know. (Radu does. It was his idea. Thanks, Radu! Very cool.)

Lara, when trying to visit her long-time BFF Alina, is attacked by a wolf. This would've been the death of her if Radu hadn't saved her in time and brought her back to their house. He himself was a werewolf, and could tell that what- whoever had attacked Lara was definitely also lycan. That next day would be that of the full moon. This kickstarted the poor girl's transformation, making her body go through changes that'd normally have to occur over the span of a week. Now the dilemma appears to Radu, should he try to stop Lara's transformation and possibly terrify the others, or should he let her go through it, unable to fight back? This choice doesn't have much time to decide to act on.. Lara knows everything, unable to tell anyone.. They'd never believe her.. Would they?

It's like the sky is falling apart. Layers of the atmosphere are drifting away into space. One day we won't be able to breath. The sun won't be so pretty anymore. It would only be a beautiful death sentence of horrendous pain. But our sky didn't want this. This hate was forced through it. There was one more thing standing in the way, to beat down on us when stepping into the light. Bombs. We're in the middle of a war. I guess you could call it World War III, but we have our own names for it. Although our safety has our focus, one other thing always steals it for the more urgent. Something reckless? Love. But that just one more obstacle in the battle for shade.