"Oh no, is he alright?" The music stopped abruptly.

It would seem the singer of the band had spotted the man who collapsed in the crowd, showing that she was paying close attention to her listeners from up on the small stage. The band, also, seemed tob be perfectly attuned to her observatioon, as they all stopped playing at the exact moment she asked this question out loud over the speakers. It was almost uncanny. With the music stopped and the passed-out person being hauled out of the midst of the gathering, people started to murmur and chat with one another. It was clear this little spiel had severely damaged to mood and atmosphere of the concert.

Some of the people who carried the man away waved that made signs taht the fellow was alright, hough he still hadn't woken up. The singer frowned, turning to her band and talked to them - having set the mic back in its stand so as to avoid letting the spectators hear what they were saying. With the continued delay and absence of music, more muttering and disgrunlted talk washed over the crowd, and it soon began to move and shift, people trying to leave and bumping into one another. A group of delinquent-looking young men caught the sight of a pretty young woman with long hair, making their way over to her while she was talking to a younger man with a cat on his shoulder.

"Hey, hey, hey, Nee-chan!" The leader of the group, a greasy sunglasses-wearing punk, started up with the typical, tough-guy attitude. "How 'bout you ditch that kid and come hang with us instead, eh? We'll show you a good time."

Over by the food booth, people who had been previously lined up and queuing to buy some food were now dispersing at an alarming rate, apparently no longer interested in buying stuff if the whole event was going to implode on itself. You could hear people complain about how things had turned sour and how this whole thing had been a waste of time or a real let-down with the guy who keeled over. The two girls who were discussing hair and other things soon found that they were being bumped into and told to get out of the way as more people began to leave the park.

The youngster delivery-boy who had run here in a panda-costume would find that he was being spared the swarm of people, as he had been far away enough to avoid te thick of the crowd and ony had to deal with small groups or lone individuals passing him by without paying any heed to him. That is, until this one, really big guy with a tan and a chin that looked like it'd been chiseled from stone, and with muscles that would probably let him crush a walnut between his biceps, walked in a straight path into the guy. Grunting with irritation, he towered about a head-and-a-half above the swaggy scooter-waiter, and snarled with gritted teeth.

"Wha'chu standing there for? You in my way, punk. You wantin' to start something, huh? You fuckin' with me?" Apparently, he was a very edgy gentleman and was already craning his neck to loosen the muscles there...

As the band finally finished talking things over, they turned back out towards the crowd and saw the disorganization and dissolving crowd. They all looked very disappointed, the singer and drummer especially so. Still, there was not much they could do - trying to draw the crowd back in could just cause more problems, not to mention injuries, and the last thing they needed or wanted was to end up in the newspaper as the indie-group who caused a bunch of trouble with their live. Sighing, the singer picked up the mic again and called out to the people.

"[b]Well, uh... It looks like we had a little incident there, didn't we? I think this'll be a good time to leave off and let everyone go back to their own business! I hope you all enjoyed our little performance again, and I look forward to seeing you all again![/b]" This time though, there was no cheering or overwhelming response from the crowd, just people leaving and walking in a hurried way. The band began to put away and dismantle their equipment and instruments in a quiet, dissatisfied fashion.

Meanwhile, back at the spot where Suichi and Mayumi, and the punks who were hitting on the latter, were - something happened. There was a high-pitched yelp, followed by an angry voice. Looking into the mass of moving people, one could see an angry, older man in his thirties - bald and with a beer-guy - looking down at the ground, where a small figure, dressed in a yellow coat, was now sitting. The figure had a hood over its head, so you couldn't see its face, but it was a young person, judging from the small size of its body - probably around their pre or very early teens. The man was angry over something and yelling at the coat-wearer, probably because he had been bumped into or something.

In any case, the whole park was descending into a very unpleasant state, very fast...