A moving tale of how atrocious we will be on stage... okay maybe not moving, just very very silly...
ELLI: Er, hi. We're, erm, Dead Angelica...
ICE: ...And we're here to rock your fuckin' socks off!
ELLI: Err, yes, Ice. Hey, you guys wanna learn the Dead Angelica Salute [not a blatant copy of the Sum 41 Salute, honest!!]?
CROWD: *few disinterested murmurs. A cough.*
ICE: Oh screw you. I'll teach ya anyways. Take your right hand, join your ring finger and thumb, and wave it in the air like you just don't care!
CROWD: *nobody cares*
ELLIOTT: Marry me, Elli!
ELLI: Oh piss off Elliott. You have been stalking me for way too long.
ICE: Well anyway, we're gonna start with Benji- an Obsession. I wrote this when I was 14...
*Both launch into the song. Nobody really cares except ELLIOTT, who is manically jumping up and down.*
ICE: You guys liked that?
CROWD:*few disinterested mutters*
ELLI: Err, well, yes, well, uhh... here's our umm, well, first single, Spiderfan.
ICE: Rock on Spiderman! *makes 'rock-on' sign. No-one does it back. ELLI and ICE play Spiderfan.*
ICE: That song rocks my socks. Actually, socks rock my socks...
ELLI: Then why don't you buy your own and stop nicking mine?
ICE: Oh fuckin'... You still going on about that?
ELLI: THEY WERE MY SOCKS!!
ICE: FUCK OFF BITCH THEY WERE JUST SOCKS!
ELLI: *hits Ice over her head with guitar*
ICE: *collapses, pulls down ELLI's jeans as she does so*
*CROWD are so bored that they all run away. BENJI runs on from backstage to rescue ICE; CHARLIE does the same for ELLI.*
~*The End*~
