The band met up at Ver-S' apartment, discussing what they were going to do next. They all changed to plain clothes and got back in the car. They headed to a beauty salon.

Ver-S, sitting in the make up chair, stared at the ceiling. They couldn't afford their own hair stylist and make up team so they went to the same beauty salon before a gig. The salon owner, GiriGiri was a blond haired man who was constantly smiling and trying to gossip about anything he found even remotely interesting. He was dressed in a black shirt with a grey hoodie around his waist. He had a pair of white pants and always wore red sandals no matter the outfit or weather.

The boys found it weird but GiriGiri was their favorite go to guy for getting their make up done so they didn't complain. "So, what's the set this time?" GiriGiri asked this as he applied a layer of pale blush across Ver-S' face.

"BLOODY R at the new hot room, we're gunna be demonic preists! So I need you to practice doing our make up before the set in three days, think you can get it done GiriGiri? This is the concert we gotta do to gain the attention of Voodoo Doll Records. Their owner is some creepy powder blue haired guy who dresses up like alice from alice in wonderland with a dead bunny being grabbed by zombie hands on the front apron. He likes demonic looks so we need to be perfect!"

Girigiri cackled and nodded as he did Ver-S' eye make up. "Of course Ver-S, I'll be sure to get you guys make up done right." He glanced over at the other band members, A'ha was digging up his nose in boredom, Enki was reading a gay fashion magazine, Nihit was staring at his phone and Tarko was redoing his own lipstick in a hand mirror.