The First Fight

*dudustrak dudustrak... jeng jeeeengg....* (drum and guitar ending a song)
“Woaaahhh, that was awesome!!!” said the guitarist-vocalist
“YOU ARE THE BEEEEST!!!!” the front rowers yelled.
“haha, thank you ^^ I really appreciate it, but I already know that.” Said the guitarist-vocalist.
“hey Mot, shut up!!” said the bassist-vocalist.
“woopsy, eheheh... hey people... ah, wait a second” (put a mic under his butt)

*faaaart*

*tatak des* (drum sound)
“what!!! What was that?” the bassist-vocalist asked in a great shock.
“nothing” (lempeng)
“oh Mot, I’m not playing with you no more. You’re sick, man. And you back there, don’t add that ‘tatak des’ to him. You are supporting him!”
*trak deg deg deg deg* (drum sound responded to The bassist-vocalist’s complaint)
“thank you, really appreciate it” The bassist-vocalist said.
“oh, come on, Kram. That was cute I guessed.”
“Cute my ass!!”
“NO!! That wasn’t your ass!! That was MY ASS!!”
“HAHA, very funny Mot.”
“thank you. I know I am”
“oh boy here we go again” (sigh)
“Alright the next song.....”
WOOOOOOOOO (the crowd continues cheering)