"Okay, that's it, we need a real freakin' sound tech. That was absolute shit, and the crowd knew it!" Rapunzel groused, hurling her drumsticks at her kit.

"Yeah, preferably one who isn't tatted up with eyeliner for days like some hideous lovechild between Metallica and Panic." the bassist, Ariel, added, jerking her head in the direction of a redhead laying flat on her back, smoke rings rising from her face. "We know your type by now, Anna, you can't keep fucking and scaring off the help."

"It's not my fault pot makes me horny!"

"Then smoke less, holy shit."

"But…my glaucoma!" Anna whined, tracing patters in the air lazily with her feet.

"Next time you fuck a sound tech, I'm gonna stab you in the eyes with one of your picks!" Ariel threatened.

"Holy shit Ariel…this about Eric not returning your calls?" Anna grinned lazily, covering her eyes.

"Fuck you, Anna!" Ariel spat, storming off-stage.

Moaning frustratedly, Rapunzel sat down next to her best friend. "You do kinda deserve to get stabbed a little, dude. We sound like shit when we don't have a tech…"

"Um, excuse me…" a timid voice called from the front row.

"Tch, fine…I'll try not to act like a horny teenager for the next one. Hans said he was done providing them for us anyway, we're gonna have to find one ourselves." Anna relented.

"Are you–are you looking for a…" the soft voice continued.

"Yeah, but let's not use Craigslist this time." Rapunzel cautioned, pushing against Anna's head with her bare feet playfully. "All you get from there are creepers and fanboys."

"Yeah, but I wouldn't even go there…I mean, you know." Anna grinned, waggling her eyebrows suggestively. She was interrupted mid-waggle when a notebook slapped her in the face. "What the double fuck?!"

"Sorry, I really need your…attention." The two bandmates finally looked to the girl in the front row. Comically large glasses, pale skin, dark blue turtleneck.

"What do you want, girlie?" Anna lazily drawled. "I know we suck, but half an hour after the show is a little mean to still be throwing shit."

"Sorry…n-no, no I'm not!" Elsa exclaimed hotly. "You guys are great! Awesome! And–and you need a tech?"

"Yeah, but…fangirls need not apply." Anna groaned.

"Wait wait, hang on a sec." Rapunzel added, hopping down off the stage and approaching the timid young woman. "You know your shit?"

"My s-shit? Uh, yeah, I guess so…better than your last tech, anyway."

Rolling her eyes, Rapunzel snickered. "A monkey could do a better job than Aladdin."

Grinning, Anna chimed in, "'Member that one time he got wasted and his pet monkey DID fill in? That was hella."

"I'm better than a m-m, m-m-m-monkey." Elsa stammered hotly.

"Good thing you ain't here for vocals. Can we pay you in tears and shattered dreams?" Rapunzel inquired, pulling up the woman's long sleeves and examining he arms.

"Wha? Um…I was hoping for a l-l-little money. What are you d-d-d-"

"Top up!"

"W-WHAT?" Elsa blushed, clutching her shirt.

"This is important. Like, maybe the most important prerequisite for the job." Rapunzel intoned seriously.

"F-fine…" Elsa squeaked, pulling her turtleneck up to just below her bra.

Anna glanced over. "Booooring. We need to get that blank canvas painted!"

"Nope, she's clean and she's gonna stay that way. You find another fuckgirl on your own time." Rapunzel said, pulling Elsa's shirt back down. "You pass, sweetie!"

"R-really? Th-thanks!" Elsa chirped, fumbling with the other notebooks under her arm. "I have so m-many great ideas f-f-for shows!"

"Christ you're a squeaky little mouse, aren't ya?" Anna smirked, closing her eyes and rolling onto her side, taking a long drag from her joint.

"Y-you should stop s-s-smoking too, it's bad for your v-v-vocals…" Elsa offered, adjusting her glasses nervously.

"Aw fuck…" Rapunzel groaned, stepping away.

In a flash, Anna went from curled up on the stage to leaping like a panther onto Elsa. "Don't take my fun away, Squeaker…don't do it…" she purred, rubbing her face against the trembling young woman's cheek as she grasped her shoulders.

"I-I-I-I'm s-s-s-ssssss–"

"Lemme corrupt you just a little…" Anna whispered, nuzzling the crook of Elsa's neck. "Just a teeny tiny l–*gluk*" Her eyes went wide and she vomited, black bile covering Elsa's shoulder and running down the front of her shirt.

"Oh…" Elsa gasped, adjusting her glasses again before fainting on the spot.

"God damnit, Anna…" Rapunzel lectured. "Now you stink twice as bad…and so does our new tech girl. Go get her cleaned up before she quits even before we can see how well she does."

"W-what? Don't worry, I'll *hiccup* rally…" Anna returned, spitting as she leaned down to pick up their new sound tech. "Lezgo Squeaker, now you're one of us."

Elsa wore a faint grin as she was hoisted over the redhead's shoulder.