Her frets were blazing and the heat resonating from her hands was hellishly astounding as Candy hammered her guitar with the power and aggression signature of the Thrash Metal Gods, all while keeping in perfect rhythm with Ben's expert drumming, still no Mike Portnoy or Lars Ulrich but he was killing his set, pounding it maniacally enough to bring a twinkling to the metal-chick's eye, and Lucy's bass bringing the low end hot from Hell with some sinister grooves that could conjure the Devil himself from the fire, and not to mention every chord Candy struck further emphasizing the melody and harmonizing so flawless with Jack's strong and enigmatic voice. They played a hard, blistering set of nearly eight of their best songs, and though Candace's fingers were on the brink of bleeding, pulsating from their rapid assault of her X-plorer, she was already amped up for their finishing song, and so was Drake by the looks of him going into Eddie Van Halen mode again, but despite his comical and show-offy stage persona, he ripped it with that badass solo, shredding the fretboard with fingers ablaze. Mr. Hammett would be damn proud. But all while the show was coming to a close, Candace noticed something out of the ordinary. There was a girl, a cute one too, but in all the gigs they've played, she had never seen this fan in the audience at all. Slowly, but surely the girl was making her way to the front of the stage. Maybe this was her first time hearing a band like this, so crazy but with their own unique sound. Hell, first gig Candace ever went to...she had done the same exact thing, and that was when she decided she wanted to play guitar.