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[color=gray][b]Location:[/b][/color] Festival Grounds
[color=gray][b]Time:[/b][/color] 2pm
[color=gray][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] None
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[b][color=#9e0b0f]"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU BROKE MY TELECASTER? WE'RE SUPPOSED TO BE PLAYING TODAY, EM!"[/color][/b]

[b][color=c4df9b]"I DIDNT MEAN TO, YOU ASSHOLE! I WAS GETTING IT OUT OF THE TRUCK AND I TRIPPED, OKAY? STOP BEING MEAN TO ME!"[/color][/b]

The squabbling of two siblings echoed throughout the grounds, both of their angry silhouettes hovering over the broken remains of a guitar. The poor instrument's neck was splintered, the strings all snapped, and there was a precarious hole in its yellow body. It didn't look like a stick thin young woman had tripped with it, rather it looked more a freight train had hit the damn thing.

[b][color=#9e0b0f]"YOU KILLED HIM, EM! YOU KILLED JERRY! HE'S GONE!"[/color][/b] the redhead brother fiercely pointed a long finger down at the wreckage.

[b][color=c4df9b]"AND WHAT ABOUT ME, ZACK? MY KNEES HURT! I'M PROBABLY BLEEDING! ALSO STOP NAMING YOUR STUPID GUITARS!"[/color][/b] the young brunette defensively pointed at her brother, a fire nearly radiating out of her eyes.

[color=c4df9b]"...I am more important than your guitars, right?"[/color] 

Her voice broke at that last sentence, and suddenly the fire was out, replaced by a quivering ocean that threatened to spill out. Em sniffed helplessly before starting to rub her eyes. Zack was struck like lighting by a guilt he had felt numerous times before. His sister always did have a knack for making people feel terrible, even if it wasn't their fault. [color=#9e0b0f][i]'Damn her and her stupid puppy dog eyes...'[/i][/color] he thought to himself with a shake of his head.

[color=#9e0b0f]"Okay, okay... yeah. You're right. It's just a guitar. It was [i]just[/i] Jerry. I'm sorry I yelled at you."[/color]

He spoke more calmly this time while bending over and collecting Jerry's corpse from the sidewalk. Solemnly, the musical cadaver was placed back into back of his father's truck, parked near the festival ground entrance. It used just to be a [url= https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/1038133302491623454/1126375730465488916/slopgoblin_truck_in_farm_land_30266011-cd5a-4aba-b7c5-d2012d0e7ca4.png]hauling truck[/url], but with a little conversion and technical know-how, Zack had turned into a mobile stage and storage area. Silently, he put a hand on Jerry and said a few words of remembrance to his ol' faithful honkytonk special. Hopefully he'd make it to Rock N' Roll Heaven or whatever was out there in the great beyond. Behind him, Em rubbed her knees and made sure she wasn't actually bleeding. Besides a few tears in her jeans and an aggravating burning sensation, she was fine. Good enough to keep going at the festival.

[color=c4df9b]"...So, what are we going to do about the show?"[/color] she questioned her brother, wiping dirt off her clothes.

[color=#9e0b0f]"Ehhh, I mean I still have the acoustic! We'll make it work."[/color] he replied enthusiastically back to her while digging through the truck and dragging out the battered case that contained his acoustic guitar.

[color=c4df9b]"Oh... I forgot to put the acoustic back in the case. I was... practicing..."[/color] Em uttered hesitantly, backing away slowly from her older brother.

[b][color=#9e0b0f]"WHAT?!"[/color][/b] Zack snapped back at his sister while his fingers fumbled with the case's latches. Prying the lid open, there was nothing there, an empty musical casket layered with dust. There was a twitch in his brow as he turned to face his sister, a dumbfounded, furious look plastered across his visage. 

[b][color=#9e0b0f]"WHAT ARE WE GONNA GO DO, EM? YOU KILL JERRY AND YOU FORGET HALLE? I'M GONNA KILL YOU!"[/color][/b] he uttered, starting on his feet to chase down his little sister.

Em was already running full sprint, her feet dancing across the green grass into the crowd with Zack in tow, the Snype siblings already causing havoc at the peaceful festival. Being more lithe and dexterous, Em ducked and weaved through the crowd easily, where her taller, bulkier brother was on a crash course to knocking someone down at this rate, a red blur trying but failing to follow all of his sister's movements. He'd get her though, one way or another!