{"id":149,"date":"2023-04-10T01:00:30","date_gmt":"2023-04-10T06:00:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/?p=149"},"modified":"2024-02-10T10:23:15","modified_gmt":"2024-02-10T16:23:15","slug":"smells-like-victory-and-burned-amp","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/tourblog\/smells-like-victory-and-burned-amp\/","title":{"rendered":"Smells Like Victory and Burned Amp"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

7:12 PM \u2013 Backstage, Immediately After Opening Set<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The backstage hallway was chaos flavored with sweat, fog juice, and celebratory profanity. Sound crew sprinted past with rolls of gaff tape and half-dead DI boxes. One of the monitor techs looked like he’d been electrocuted by enthusiasm alone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Thane stood in the corner, one hand braced against the wall, still panting like he\u2019d sprinted a marathon carrying an amp rack. His other hand gripped a half-empty water bottle that may or may not have originally belonged to someone else. Possibly even someone human.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOkay,\u201d he wheezed, \u201cwho the hell decided to trigger both foggers at once?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

From down the hall, Mark strode in calmly with a clipboard in one hand and a rag over his shoulder like a jaded kitchen manager. \u201cFog unit two glitched. Reassigned its function to ‘panic sprinkler.’ You\u2019re welcome.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou mean you<\/em> set off a cloud bomb during Gabriel\u2019s solo.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mark didn\u2019t blink. \u201cI call it dramatic enhancement.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Gabriel burst in next, still glowing\u2014literally<\/em> glowing\u2014under a film of sweat, fog, and sheer ego. His bass was slung lazily over his back, and his mouth curled in a wolfish grin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThat. Was. AWESOME.\u201d He leaned against a crate of mic stands and dramatically wiped his brow with the edge of his shirt. \u201cDid you see<\/em> the look on that one dude in the front row when I snarled the chorus? He backed up like I was gonna bite him.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Thane huffed. \u201cYou were<\/em> gonna bite him.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Gabriel shrugged. \u201cYeah, but he didn\u2019t know that.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Maya came stomping in behind him, a busted string still dangling from her guitar like a war trophy. She threw her jacket on a nearby stool and grabbed a towel off the crate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI need duct tape and a new A-string,\u201d she growled. \u201cThat was the best solo I\u2019ve ever done while internally screaming.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Cassie appeared next, sweaty curls plastered to her forehead, still breathing hard like she’d just finished her third workout of the day. \u201cThat was incredible<\/em>,\u201d she beamed, flopping dramatically into a folding chair. \u201cAlso, pretty sure I kicked a monitor into a different time zone.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mark held up his clipboard. \u201cIt\u2019s in Kansas now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Cassie gave him a thumbs-up. \u201cGood. They need better monitors anyway.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For a moment, the group just stood there\u2014some leaning, some sitting, everyone dripping.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

No words. Just that shared, electric post-battle silence<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then Thane chuckled low in his chest. \u201cOkay\u2026 that was loud, stupid, half-on-fire, and barely held together.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Gabriel raised his coffee thermos high. \u201cJust<\/em> the way we like it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mark raised his clipboard in a deadpan toast. \u201cTo chaos.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Everyone clinked with whatever they had\u2014thermos, water bottle, wrench, drumstick.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The war was only beginning. But the first blow had landed hard\u2014and judging by the audience\u2019s deafening reaction, it hit exactly where it needed to.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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