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| In an effort to induce the kids into their new rock star status, the label brings out more champagne; the expensive kind this time. | And cheers it is! Fine food, champagne and rock'n'roll. Anything else? | The Anvil demands alcohol: the 1st real bad sign we see that The Tophe intends to live the out-of-control rock'n'roll life. "You want GASOLINE? There ya go." |
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| The after party: cash in hand, the kids move on to partying at the No Fun Rcds music lounge, annex to the logistics and booking office, just a few rooms away from the shipping department. | Like the new rock star he is, The Anvil puts on the fur coat and the Armani shades and starts posing while flashing the cash. Ko Ko catches on, although she is rather shy about it. | The Anvil flat out refuses to put down the cash. |
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| More of the same...while The Anvil starts getting tired of his own vanity and pulls up his shades. Mucho suave! | Full on partying. The Anvil threatens to take his clothes off. Way to go Tophe! | In an attempt to settle them down, No Fun Rcds' pretty half joins the party. |
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| The Anvil, utterly oblivious to Claudia's presence, continues to pose. | The night starts to wind down while everyone hugs each other. Just one happy rock'n'roll family! | |
...CONGRATULATIONS
HARD LESSONS!!! |