Certainly, it may always seem that Jamie and Cindy despise each other when the two assassins are on a (separate) contract mission. Whether it is while hunting after the same target coincidentally or just so happening to cross each other, there’s bound to be a minor conflict between the two. However in actuality, they are more like sisters when they hang out after they finish their mission. Nevertheless, after work, the girls rewind and use their time off to have fun in Heikwoods’ downtown district. Cindy invited her friend Jamie over to check her out performing with her band, “Fall of Idolatry” at a heavy metal club called “The Guillotine Dungeon”.

It is located on Eastern Boulevard, which is a part of a two mile road strip of store department buildings, restaurants, and clubs all neighboring each other. On the first Saturday of every month, often called “First Saturday”, the streets are packed so much that finding a parking spot is practically impossible to come across unless you are willing to walk a few miles to the club. Even if you do have to park miles from the club, the crowd often stretches as far as one mile away from the main strip. Certainly, with so many people around, law enforcement is mandatory as some may travel on foot and bikes to patrol Eastern Blvd.

The outside entrance to The Guillotine Dungeon greets you with its neon green name sign with a red dragonhead blinking faintly at a fast pace every few seconds. It would appear as if it’s about to blow out any second, constantly making a noticeable buzzing sound. However, being tipsy from alcohol consumption or having a conversation with your friends while waiting in line, it’s subliminal. Almost to say, the sign is non-existent if you are a regular there. The stairwell goes down into the lower floor of the building and through a set of double doors with two bouncers waiting for the next person to enter so they can briefly frisk them for any weapons and drugs. The club typically hires canine species or at least half-bred canines as bouncers to detect any drug possessions. Once inside the club, you’ll notice the set-up is like its namesake: Large rough cut bricks, chains hanging from the ceiling, and a few fake torture arrangements like the iron maiden, the rack, and such. Most visitors take burlesque pictures of themselves acting as if they are being tortured by their “antagonizing” friends and such. All of these decorations match with the modern pillars, stage lights, and smoke that often spew from the ceiling and floor every now and then. The most notable thing in the club is the stage where bands sign up earlier during the day to perform. Some bands consider it as the Holy Grail to stardom since there were a few successful bands that received a record contract and sponsorships from performing there. On that note, no one would ever realize a representative of a record company is in the club since they too have fun like everybody else. Rock their world and they will have you rock around the world.

The disk jockey plays a couple of popular metal music from his booth to give the live performers time to set up and fine tune their instruments on stage. Once all is set up, it’s time to rock the party (or get booed off which is rare really). As long as the bass pedals keep thumping and the vocalist continues to scream into the microphone, the crowd will ever be hyperactive. During the live performances, it’s usually jammed packed. First Saturday is the best time to do a live performance with a band (and a really damn good one at that).

Some would sing other popular metal songs or remix a completely different genre song into a death metal version. It takes a lot of guts and skill to dare make a pop song from artists most people hate; ones such as Justin Beaver, Lady Llama, or Bruno Furs. It’s an open $2,000 prize “POPufur Hatred” contest for the band who can manage to convert any of the hated pop artist’s songs into an awesome death metal version, thus motivating the crowd. Even the popular bands from Heikwoods have a hard time accomplishing such a feat without being booed off stage. Regardless of such humiliation, the crowd still loves them and they are granted to play a metal song (an awesome encore to say) that everyone loves to make up for the loss called “Damnation to Redemption”. There are only a few metal bands who managed to pull it off successfully to win the prize money. The contest is never held on First Saturday since those are the days everyone considers as the big day to shine.

Cindy brought her good friends, Jessica, Kelly, and Diana all who are members of the band to perform on stage tonight. She usually plays the bass while being the backing vocalist. She would sing for the band as the lead sometimes, but she preferred to do chorus verses and such. She also writes the lyrics with Kelly Sutherland (the lead singer) for the band as well. Unfortunately, the crew is missing Kelly who is on house arrest with twenty-six days left. Kelly and the other band members refused to explain the reason. Nevertheless, tonight- they have found an unlikely vocalist to fill in for the job just fine.

Previously, some people Cindy have auditioned for a temporary vocalist seemed okay, but they just didn’t have that enthusiastic screamo feel that she’s been looking for. The clever skunkette however remembered hearing Jamie singing to herself one day with her earphones on. She knew Jamie would be the perfect candidate for the position. However, if you ask the bunny to sing for no reason, she is quick to tell you “Fuck no”. Some think she is just simply too stubborn most of the time to sing on stage when the band asks her to join every now and then unless it’s a karaoke game. Cindy saw potential in her raw vocal talent: Jamie could sing some of her favorite songs perfectly with the right pitch. What was remarkable was when she nailed a few songs scoring one hundred percent perfection from various musical games that require vocals. Jamie would mostly play them on their hardest difficulty when Cindy was teaming with her. The notion to persuade Jamie into singing with the band may seem impossible, but there are always loopholes that remain open for opportunity.

Cindy invited her bunny friend to have a few raw shots of some hard-liquor at the bar stand. She’s aware that Jamie has a high tolerance for alcohol so she must be quick to loosen her up before her band’s turn to perform on stage. “Heyyyy! Another toast for our upcoming performance on stage!” Cindy exclaimed as she and anyone else nearby who happened to hear her raised their shot glasses in the air to toast. Once the band members started feeling a nice buzz, they would stop for the time being. All but Jamie in whom she believes didn’t have to stop because she’s not going on stage… Or so she thinks.

Jamie, Cindy, and their friends all watched the other performers on stage rock the crowd. Some crowds started mosh pits: everyone started pushing, shoving, punching, and being aggressive in a fun manner. What may seem very violent was actually nothing more than showing love in the pit. The remaining crowd stood close to the stage where the performers often interact with the crowd by crowd-surfing, or if their music is popular in town, they’d partially sing a familiar verse and hold the microphone toward the audience allowing them to finish the rest.

Within twenty glasses of random hard liquor that Cindy gradually ordered, Jamie was already in the crowd waving her long ears around like long hair and singing along with some random people in harmony. Cindy smirked as she observed her friend getting tipsy by the minute while she was cautious with her own intake. She checked her watch to see that her turn to be on stage is in five minutes. “Hey! Are you ready to rock with us up there?” Cindy exclaimed trying to speak audibly, enough so that Jamie could hear her since the club is very loud. “Whaaaa?” Jamie leaned her arm around Cindy’s shoulder to listen to the skunkette repeat herself. “Let’s go! We gotta rock the party tonight! You know that song we listened to on our way up here that you were singing?” Jamie slightly tilted her head to the side staring trying to remember until Cindy started singing a familiar verse. Jamie started bobbing her head smiling and began singing along with her. “Fuck yeah, dude! I LOVE that song!” In a sly attempt, Cindy escorted the bunny while talking toward the back of the stage. “This song is like that game we always play together! You SO gotta fuckin’ join us! C’mon, jam out with us!” Jamie lowered her head, still loosely hanging onto Cindy while laughing at the idea to sing with them. Cindy started singing more verses from Jamie’s favorite songs to amplify her willingness and temptation to get on stage. “Alright, alright! I’ll do it then!” Jamie laughed as she suddenly looked up to move her pink bangs to the side. “Y’know, I fuckin’ hate you for this, right?” Cindy palmed both sides of Jamie’s face and kissed her on the forehead, “You’re gonna be AWESOME, sis! Trust me on this!” “I can’t believe I’m fuckin’ doing this…” Jamie repeatedly mumbled to herself as she shook her head with Cindy’s well-prepared band behind the small stage.

The previous band that was performing on stage finished their song as the crowd was whistling, screaming, and cheering them on as they left. The announcer takes the microphone from the lead singer, “Was “Injustice At Last” fuckin’ sick or was that fuckin’ SICK!” The crowd grew louder in response to his question. “Our next death metal band that’s gonna rock this club tonight is no other than the motherfuckin’ all-female band, “Fall of Idolatry”! The crowd applauds with loud cheering for the band remembering their previous weekend performance that rocked the club as well. The girls interacted with the crowd’s response throwing up horns and pumping their fist in the air. The lights grew dim as the band began to set up on stage. A couple of songs from the DJ booth began playing, allowing Fall of Idolatry time to get set up.

“This is it, girls!” Lead guitarist, Jessica McHanley exclaimed while tuning her instrument. The other members were hyped to get their performance rolling. Jamie, still in disbelief that she’s been persuaded into joining the band against her own wishes leans up against the brick wall observing the stage set-up. As much as she would stand near the stage to look up at the performers, she never thought she would ever be on stage to look down at the crowd.

After a few songs have played from the booth, Fall of Idolatry was ready to move the crowd. Cindy nodded to the band behind her with a confident smirk as a signal for everyone to begin. Diane Valentini, the drummer tapped on the symbols three times and instantly, the music started while Jamie unleashed her screamo-toned voice through the microphone, holding it by its head. The song made the crowd move closer to the stage in excitement as everyone started waving their hair, head-banging, putting their hands in the air shaped like “horns”, and/or jumping up and down.

Jamie was already in the zone ignoring the fact that she’s singing in front of a small live audience. Nonetheless, she would intermingle with the crowd as some would reach out to her or her microphone. Cindy often glanced to the side while playing her bass, bobbing in rhythm to see how Jamie is handling her position. Obviously, Jamie was having a lot of fun being a lead vocalist as if she was playing a karaoke video game. To Cindy, it was a pleasure and an accomplishment to have Gun Bunny on stage with her rather than video games or a karaoke bar. Jamie may not be a permanent member, but Cindy wanted to break her from hiding her talent and show the metal furs and humans alike in Heikwoods what she can do on stage tonight.


…Tomorrow, they’ll most likely be at each other’s throats on their next job hit…

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