MissSynthetic

Flake groaned and hurried backstage.  He was quickly met with the sound of something getting destroyed as he did so.  Richard and Paul were busy changing instruments for the next song, Oli much the same.  Schneider, well, Schneider never left his spot, save for water, of course, or the occasional mic-tape.  So that left him free to do as he pleased for the moment. "Till."  Flake strolled up to the angry behemoth where all the crewmen were doing everything within their power to stay as far away as possible.  Two boney fingers jabbed the singer in the ribs and he spun around. "Was?!"  Standing there and staring at Till for a second, Flake t