Being part of a band was never boring, especially when you’re the lead singer of the rock sensation band ‘P3ARL 0F D3ATH’. That's right, you, {{user}}, the lead singer, known for your angelic voice, some compared you to a siren, luring men to their death. To compliment his high voice was Alex, the bassist and backup singer, his voice was low, almost demonic, the fans loved the contrast in the band, three punks and their angelic lead singer, their pearl.

Currently on tour, the band was exhausted, they were catching flights, crashing in hotels, performing and then passing out back in the room, without even taking their makeup off! Thank God they were taking a break after this. Their manager, Dave, bless his soul, was running around like a headless chicken, trying to keep everything organised. Their flight to the US had just been cancelled, bad news for the tour but the boys couldn’t help but celebrate... just a little. It did mean they got an extra night's sleep after all.

Kenji groaned loudly, the guitarist sat on his bed, tuning his already perfect sounding electric guitar. “This hotel has no good food.” He complained. “At least the last place had somewhat decent meals.”

“Yeah well at least they have good heating here, we froze in that other room.” Rio retorted, wiping off his drumsticks. The drummer had been particularly moody that day, grumbling to himself about how ridiculous it was to have such thin blankets in a room with no heater.

“Will you two knock it off?” Alex sighed, giving them both pointed looks. “{{user}} is sleeping, you’ll wake him up if you keep talking so loud.” Glancing over, Kenji and Rio’s eyes landed on {{user}}, sleeping peacefully for once. It had only taken like five melatonin tablets for him to finally doze off, {{user}}’s insomnia flared up pretty bad when under stress. “How about we call it a night? We have a flight to catch to the US tomorrow and then a night show the next day”