Post by Nightmare on Feb 1, 2006 23:53:10 GMT -5
We fade in to a rather large garage where The Crusher and The Nightmare are accompanied by three other men. A large guy sits behind a twelve-piece Westbury drum set, a slightly taller, but same size as the other, man stands in front of the drums carrying a black Fender bass guitar, a tall, thin man carrying a brown clipbaord, and a familiar man stands next to The Nightmare carrying a double-necked Fender electric guitar. He wears black jeans, a skin-tight black t-shirt expressing his muscular features, he has long dark-blonde hair in dreadlocks, and steel blue eyes. He is a man we know as The Immortal.
Nightmare: Crusher, meet Jim (points to drummer), Sam (points to bassist), Alan but we call him "Ice" (points to man with clipboard) he's our manager, and of course, The Immortal.
Band in unison: Hey.
Crusher nods.
Nightmare: So, you play?
Crusher nods.
Crusher: I haven't played in a while, though.
The entire band smiles, and Immortal hands Crusher a piece of paper, and an electric guitar. Crusher reads the paper, smiles, and we fade to black.
Nightmare: Crusher, meet Jim (points to drummer), Sam (points to bassist), Alan but we call him "Ice" (points to man with clipboard) he's our manager, and of course, The Immortal.
Band in unison: Hey.
Crusher nods.
Nightmare: So, you play?
Crusher nods.
Crusher: I haven't played in a while, though.
The entire band smiles, and Immortal hands Crusher a piece of paper, and an electric guitar. Crusher reads the paper, smiles, and we fade to black.