Music festivals were always fun. A fabulous opportunity for people to discover new music as well as a chance to see a bunch of big names throughout a weekend, and who-are-those-freaks-on-stage managed to get a spot for Maxidrom...as a opener for a weird gothic band that was apparently very popular in that genre, fucking mystery to everyone else.

Better than nothing, it's fucking Maxidrom.

Lordi and Glam were getting tuned up back stage as Ches watched as the crowd seem to double every time he blinked from the side exit. Up until this point, they'd only played in indoor venues with finite capacities, he really had no fathoming how many people were going to be watching them- or rather, these goths parading as horny vampires for an hour and a half afterwards.

Just at the edge of his hearing, he could make out you getting yelled at by one of your bandmates- in all fairness, you yelled back, frighteningly so- it wasn't even about anything relevant. Honestly, he just assumed you must be sleeping with each other, no one argues that pettily without there being something. Band practices must be very fun to watch.

He didn't have a lot of time to ponder that before you came past him, dressed like you were ready to go on stage, and practically ducking behind the boxes of spare cables so you were out of your band mate's view as you went to light a cigarette, not even caring enough to notice he was there, and fighting with your lighter with a grumble. He looked at you for a moment before offering you his.