The band played into it's second hour with Sheila playing her violin in a drunken rage, pointing it at the crowd and making rat-tat-tat sounds. Steve set his cello on autopilot, racing engine effect "on", and crept off stage to the dressing room where he expertlly placed the microphone shaped fuel rods. He smiled as he looked proudly at his invention. In just a short time, the band would reach it's final explosive crescendo.
Ken flipped the subwoofer control on his bass amp, the frequecy triggered microphone fuel rods ignited, and the wall blew. They'd be taking more than the door tonight.
posted by B-Man
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