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wasn’t a music fan.
    River’s fun with the whole ordeal ended midway through the first somewhat big band’s set.  Apparently, there was a security threat, and all the bands were rounded up and locked inside their buses.  Gathers Moss’s four personal bodyguards, along with Jared, their gig manager, joined them in the bus.  Jared kept saying everything was fine, and that they would get things moving any minute.  Greg, the drummer, didn’t believe him.
    River had been sitting near a window and looking out through the heavy tint.  After several minutes, a woman who helped coordinate everything, ran by with a large gash on her head.  Harris, Quin’s guard, saw her as well.  He opened the door and called to her, hoping to get some sort of explanation for the holdup.  She turned and ran at him.  His defences must have been down because she was a coordinator—River’s most fucking certainly were—and she leapt on Harris before he could stop her.  In one quick move, his throat was torn out.  The other three bodyguards hurried out to help their comrade, their friend.  River, Quin, Greg, and Zach, were all plastered against the windows, watching.  The woman was unbelievably strong and fierce.  At some point, River didn’t know when, their manager slipped out of the bus and disappeared.  He left the fucking door open behind him.
    Another coordinator showed up, but he ran away instead of trying to help.  Then a security guard , who was a big, white guy in a white t-shirt, appeared.  He didn’t help either.  Instead, he tried to help the coordinator woman and began attacking the bodyguards.  Then a fan showed up and joined in.  Then another.  And another.  River thought he was having acid flashbacks right up until one of them got on the bus.
    Some skinny guy ran at the band, crazier than a drugged-up fan ought to be.  Greg reacted by smashing a $5,000 guitar into his face.  Both the face and the guitar broke, but the man started to get up again.  Zach, being twenty years younger than the others were, stepped between the rest of the band members and the crazy man.  He grappled with him, but was knocked over.  River, Quin, and Greg, didn’t know what to do.  They couldn’t hit the man without also risking hitting Zach.
    That’s when a fireman appeared from nowhere.  He swung a fire axe and hit the skinny man in the back, severing his spine.  The fireman, who later introduced himself as Doyle, pulled the axe out, hauled the man up by one arm, and threw him out of the bus.  Doyle shut the door and looked at Gathers Moss.  Both parties were stunned by the other.
    River and Quin both started asking questions at once.  Greg was smarter, or maybe just nicer, and bent down to help Zach get up.  The poor kid had gotten blood on his face.  Doyle was overwhelmed by their questions, and probably even more so by whom they were.  He told the band what little he knew: fights were breaking out all over the concert, and people were trying to kill each other.  There was mass panic.
    River looked back out the window.  He saw that their personal bodyguards had been carried off or something.  Even Harris, with his torn-out throat, was gone.  Where the hell was the rest of their goddamned security team?  They practically had a fucking army of them, so where were they?  The fireman, Doyle, had been brought in because of Gathers Moss’s presence at this thing, although it turned out he didn’t even know they were there.  Great fucking planning on the security team’s part.
    It was unanimously decided that they needed to get the hell out of Dodge.  Of course, none of the band members knew how to drive the massive bus.  Doyle took the driver’s seat, saying it shouldn’t be that much different than driving a fire truck.  As they were pulling out of their space, they scraped and rammed into the buses around them several times.  Not quite like a fire truck then.
    As they roared toward the band