"Let's get the show on the road, fellas." I tell the boys.
We've got the door laid on the cinder blocks and 2 of the chairs on the doors. The amps sit on the floor in front of this and Mark's drums have been set in back. The work lights shine from both sides of the stage toward the front with the cords running under. I've arranged for the party producers to turn the house lights off on my signal. We take the stage and unplug the stereo, replug the microphone in, and give the hand sign to turn the lights down.
"We're God Dog. Do me, baby." I say into the mike.
We zip into Anarchy in Hawaii Kai. Right away the UH Punks, 3D Mods and Punks and Bobos start to pogo. The lyrics seem hard to hear and the whole mix sounds dirty and not loud enough but the crowd seems to get into it. It's like driving down a smooth dirt road when you're used to highway. We do Skin You Alive too fast, then slow it down with Spell on You and I spit fire. I start to sweat and take off my shirt. Next we do Pig Rock fast and a real thrash pit starts to churn. Then we do The Quick and the Dead. I stand on 1 of the folding chairs. Dan does a gnarly solo during the bridge that he's never done and I realize what a badass guitar player he really is. We then blast into Play That Funky Music, I stay up on the chair, Kevin gets up on 1 too and I notice he's taken his shirt off also and I see that 3 UH Security Sentries in blue uniforms rush into the rec hall toward the front.
I shake around and keep singing louder. I grab the bottle of rubbing alcohol from the floor and get back up on the chair and open it to spit fire again, spilling some on my hand. When I light the lighter and spit a fireball my hand starts on fire and I try to shake it out but my chair collapses and I fall forward onto the door and bang my forehead on it. When I get up my hand's gone out.
I guess another 1 of the UH pigs finds the breaker box because the amps and PA go silent and work lights go out. When the lights come back up the 4th Guard comes from a utility closet at the back of the room.
"The party's over kids! If you're not a dorm resident get off of the dorm grounds or we'll call HPD and have you arrested!" 1 of the Local Guards calls out loudly.
The crowd doesn't move at 1st, but in a minute start to make for the doors. The Guards actually deal with Mark, Dan, Kevin and I pretty calmly and after checking our IDs and calling them into the police station or wherever let us just load up and roll out.
"We could have you arrested for arson, but I don't need the hassle." The senior pig informs us.
They don't even make us rat on the guys who threw the party.