“MCR, MCR, MCR!” The crowd chanted at the topo, início of their lungs. The support band was about to go on stage, the fans, to be honest, weren’t that interested much in them. They welcomed them though, they didn’t boo them, chuck things at them or put them down. They listened and took in their music.
But they were here for one band and one band only.
Backstage 5 guys were sitting nervously, keeping themselves busy. Two of the guys kept their eyes locked on each other at all times, they didn’t know they were doing it, it had become a habit.
“Frank…Frank…OI!” Mikey chucked a soft cushion...
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