004 ┼ IF I'M GONNA DIE, I'M GONNA DIE HISTORIC

[stylistic_disloyalty]

Who: Lucifer, Xanxus, Yuffie, Ace --and anyone crazy enough to join the crowd.
What: It's time for the Carnies to find another replacement. How can they top how they stole Poe?
When: Backdated to night, March 9th
Where: Starting in Vista, heading out of town
Warnings: Carnies.

A tweet goes out from Luci's account, it gets retweeted and passed around-- "Find a set of wheels and join the Carnival at the bus depot off 6th at 10PM. Time to ride. #newblood"

At the appointed time and place, there's a flatbed truck idling on the asphalt, outfitted with speakers and a bolted down drum set. A couple of tech people are doing final checks, testing some winches, et cetera. It could be an elaborate stage set up, but given the truck is running, it doesn't take long for fans to panic that they might not have enough gas to stay for the whole show...

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[variaboss]

[ It's so exhilarating. The wind in his hair. The danger of it. He loves this. He feels like he misses this, always being on the edge of death. But he knows he's safe. This stunt is like every other stunt they've done, only more so. He's laughing wildly at the cacophony of horns and starts off with a wold thrumming bass line. The song this time is wild and unchained as they are. ]

[stylistic_disloyalty]

[Yuffie and Xanxus take the bass and guitar lines away while Luci works the crowd-- they're slowly losing their minds, she expects to see some kind of car accident and if she doesn't? She won't have done her job.]

Louder than God's revolver
And twice as shiny
This one's for all you rock and rollers
All you crash queens and motor boys,
Search and destroy
Time to make some noise!!

[She looks back and nods at Xanxus and Yuffie to join her in the, admittedly, repetitive chorus, but playing along with it is pretty simple:]

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na!!

[Luci moves to the edge of the flatbed and takes it with her arm extended while screaming into her mic.]

Chords, gimme chords, gimme chords, 'cause I need 'em
We can sell what we got, watch you reach for us screaming
Fill the floor to the wall, hit the gas, time to haul
And we crawl, and we crawl, and we crawl!
We're turning one more traitor!

[variaboss]

[ Hey, repetitive chorus just means they can focus on not falling off the truck. Plus there are pyrotechnics. That means having to concentrate a little more so not to end up with Ace and the Carnies and all the cars following them on fire.

He hops up on the roof of the truck to keep that pyro as far away from his band as possible while Na, Na, Naing ]