Disclaimer: I do not own anyone except Nanner.
It was the first show of the tour and the guys were backstage chillin' with a couple a random people from the different bands. Munky had brought Nanner with him so she didn't have to stay on the bus. David was kind of against it since she might get loose and reek havoc on the arena. In truth, he didn't really like Nanner. It was something in the way she sat up on the fridge or cabnets, staring down at him with an air of superiority. He also had an idea about who was stealing his toiletries and whatnot. That stupid monkey. But he didn't have to worry about it now, Brian was busy comparing guitar riffs with a few of the guys from Mudvain, while Fieldy and John5 from Marilyn Manson were talking about different romance novels and Jon was in another room tuning up his bagpipes, David could hear what sounded like Amazing grace and quickly turned into the theme song from Xena and cringed. He hated that show. Was he the only sane one around? He looked across the room and spotted Brain Warner, the frontman for Marilyn Manson, playing his clear purple Game Boy Color, the shiney blue cartridge had the words 'Pokemon Crystal' on it, as his hairdresser put the last finishing touches on his hairdo. "Yep," he thought to himself, "I am the only sane one here." He looked around for a moment and noticed that Munky and the evil creature were gone. Bored, he went back to the bus and took a nap. After waking up, he respiked his hair and returned back stage. He plopped down next to a snoozing Reggie and sighed when he noticed that Munky and his evil protegee had returned. Across the room, James was talking with Twiggy, who currently made up Nanner's personal All You Can Eat Buffet. David shivered as he noticed the little creature staring at him and Fieldy, not taking her eyes off them as she picked through the drag queen rockstar's head of nareled tangles. "That monkey's up to something." David turned his head to see Pogo, the keyboardist from Marilyn Manson, now sitting on the arm of the black leather couch. "That monkey has been staring at anyone who so much as touches James. I don't like the look in it's eye. Those things are really smart so I'd be careful if I were you." David nodded and replied. "Yeah, you're telling me. That's the monkey from Hell and James knows it, he just doesn't want to acknoledge it." Chill filled his veins as he glared back at the tawny simmion. Pogo was right, that monkey was planning something... something evil... (cliff hanger... again...)
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