The lights dimmed\u2014or tried to. One flickered like a moth on its last wing while the rest buzzed angrily like they owed someone rent. But the crowd in the \u201cRed Pines Pavilion\u201d didn\u2019t care. They were already half-drunk, half-hyped, and whole-heartedly rowdy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A dude in the front row screamed, \u201cSHOW US YER TEETH!\u201d right before pouring Coors on his own head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Backstage, Thane\u2019s headset buzzed with static. \u201cMark, I swear\u2014if the foggers fire during the opening line again, I will bite the fuse out of them.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark\u2019s reply was bone-dry: \u201cNo promises. The breakers are doing Morse code and I think they\u2019re asking for help.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Cassie stood by the curtain, microphone clutched like a dagger, hair wild and eyes burning. \u201cThis is gonna be one for the FBI files, isn\u2019t it?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel bounced on his heels, bass strapped low, coffee in one clawed hand, absolute chaos dancing in his icy blue eyes. \u201cI love this already.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cY\u2019all are feral,\u201d Maya muttered, adjusting her guitar strap (duct taped for extra faith).<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDamn right,\u201d Rico said from behind his battered lead guitar, running a pick down the strings with a flick that sparked pure mischief. \u201cLet\u2019s burn this barn.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane barked into the headset, \u201cStandby, lighting\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
BOOM.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n The foggers exploded at once.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Every VL2B Mark had managed to coax into life fired a hellbeam of red down into the fog, slicing through the room like the wrath of a disco demon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A beat of silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cassie screamed the first lyric.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And the barn went berserk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel launched<\/em> into the bassline like he was possessed, claws shredding across strings, tail whipping, head thrown back as he roared into the opening chorus. Fans screamed back. Some howled. One tried to climb the stage and was immediately tackled by a bouncer who looked like he used to wrestle gators.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Maya shredded rhythm guitar like it owed her child support. Her eyes blazed with fury as she stomped across the crooked stage, body angled into every chord.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Rico let loose with a solo so intense, sparks flew from his amp\u2014or maybe that was the faulty wiring. Either way, it added to the aesthetic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Jonah was a demon behind the drums. At one point, he flung a stick into the air and caught it with his teeth<\/em> like some kind of heavy metal seal. The crowd lost their minds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cassie\u2019s vocals ripped through the rafters\u2014pure power, raw rage, and zero chill. She hit a note so hard it made one of the beer signs fall off the back wall.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane, stage-right at the board, fur dripping, headset half-fried from sweat and panic, was manually rerouting power while shouting into his backup mic: \u201cYES, MARK, I SEE THE STROBE\u2014NO, DON\u2019T AIM IT AT THE DANCE FLOOR\u2014TOO LATE, NEVER MIND!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark, from the back truss, was cackling into comms while running a rapid-fire combo of red-white-red that turned the crowd into a sea of seizure-dancing cowboys.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Someone crowd-surfed in a hay bale.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Two couples started line dancing in the pit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A fight broke out over whether Gabriel was \u201cpart bat\u201d or \u201cjust built different.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n And through it all, the band crushed<\/em> it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n By the time the final song hit, \u201cRed Moon Rising,\u201d the air was thick with sweat, fog, and unfiltered Oklahoma chaos. Cassie belted the final chorus. Jonah hit a crash so hard the snare jumped. Rico lit up the last solo like a pyromaniac on a sugar rush.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel dropped to one knee, bass held like a holy weapon, and howled into the crowd.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The crowd howled back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane, drenched and exhausted, hit the final cue. Every light Mark had left flared blood red one last time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Blackout.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then the barn erupted<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Backstage, chaos still buzzing in their ears, the band collapsed into mismatched chairs, breathing like they\u2019d just run from a pack of demon possums.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark passed around bottles of water.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel looked at his claws. \u201cI think I dented the fretboard again.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Jonah was still panting. \u201cI think I need new lungs.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Maya muttered, \u201cI think that one guy tried to throw his boot<\/em> at me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cassie grinned. \u201cWe\u2019re never gonna top that.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane just laughed\u2014low, hoarse, and a little wild.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOh, we will,\u201d he said. \u201cJust wait till we hit Arkansas.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The lights dimmed\u2014or tried to. 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