A friend of mine asked me to elaborate on the concert, so I will.

From the point of view of the band members.

Five words about 'The Islanders' first Toronto show.

(Lyrics belong to 'Oh No! Oh My!')

1. Opening

They sat behind the curtain, fingers twitching with anticipation. The openers were doing a great job-- riling up the already half drunk crowd, making them excited for was yet to come. The drummer from the first band stood, and they thanked the crowd, telling them that they were about to come out.

Izzy ran a hand through her hair, adjusted her jeans and pulled on the strap of her guitar. T-Minus ten minutes!

2. Setting Up

The crew help them set up, the mic stands and the drum kit being rapidly assembled, the set list being placed in front of them. Finally, after minutes of setting up, the band took the stage, the concert goers pushed forward to crush into the stage, and two lucky girls wearing newly purchased band t-shirts over their dresses were front and center.

The lead singer took the mic. "Hey, everyone. We don't have all the back tracks for this song, so we're going to need you to clap along with this one. Everyone, this is "I Have No Sister."

The crowd cheered and Owen took the keyboard while his redheaded girlfriend perched with her tamborine for the song.

3. Playing

"...you look like Audrey Hepburn

when you get all dressed up

I have seen all your movies

'cause Audrey's a stone fox..."

All of the girls swooned.

4. Afterwards

They went and sat at their merch table, chatting amicably with the fans while signing tshirts, buttons. One of the two girls from the front row saunted up, followed by the other, who looked equally as unintimidated. The blonde, grinning, was obviously somewhat drunk, despite her apparent underage-ness. (She may have been nineteen, twenty, his own age, but he doubted they were older.)

"Heyyyy," she slurred, without slurring in the same way an alcoholic who was good at hiding it might. "I saw you snapped a couple of drumsticks. Mind if I have one?"

He grinned, signing it in metallic sharpie and handing it to her. "Stick around, we're going to hang for a while before hitting the tourbus."

She looked to her dark haired friend, who was talking to his dark haired friend.

"Yeah, I think we can do that."

5. The Road

Izzy and Owen took up residence in the main bedroom on the bus, curled into eachother on the barely big enough bed. Trent sat on the bottom bunk of the built in bunk beds, his lamp on, reading over lyrics he had written and retouching new lyrics for further CDs and concerts.

Geoff grinned, the effects of the weed slowly wearing off as he munched on his third sandwich, grinning to himself as he recited the blonde bombshell's phone number, knowing full well he had it on his phone, but wanting to remember it in his hazy stupor.

It was good to be famous.

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heh.

So, my birthday is on Saturday! :D

October 4thhhhh.