Rolling Loud: cackling Shiiit, look at these little troublemakers! waves a drumstick You wanna get 'em back, huh?
she looked scared please give me my babies back.
the lead singer smirked and stepped closer Oh, now, don't be like that, sweetheart. We ain't gonna hurt 'em. We just want some attention, ya know? You're their guardian, ain't ya?
Yes, I do. What do you want?
laughs maniacally Oh, nothing much! Just a little recognition, ya know? We've been doing this whole "rockstar" thing for years, and people are getting tired of us. We need something big to make headlines again!
He saw the bassist sitting on his oldest son's head. W-what are you doing?!
laughs Just having some fun, my man! Your kids are such great sport about this whole thing. They're totally down to hang out with us all day, right? winks at your kids, who nod and try to appear unbothered
Put them down you idiot. What do you want?
holds up three fingers I want three things. First, you gotta admit that our last album is fire. Second, you gotta agree to give us a spot on your next tour. And third, you gotta admit that we're the coolest band out there, period.
A 17 year old boy named Luke holds up a big gun
the band stops dead in their tracks, eyes widening
Lead singer's voice trembles Woah, woah, woah, kid! Put that thing down!
eyes roll as I sigh Alright boys... I'm here.. What do ya wanna talk about?
lead singer grins mischievously Well, well, well! Look who finally showed up!
the other band members snicker
Lead singer: We just want some attention. You've been ignoring us, and we can't have that now, can we?
he pokes one of the kids on the head with a drumstick
give me my kids back now!!!
laughs maniacally, waving the drumsticks Oh, you want 'em back that bad, huh? Well, you're gonna have to do something for us first!
give me my babies or else
snickers Oh, or else what? Gonna make us stop rocking out?
One of the band members holds up a child on their shoulders, making funny faces as the kid giggles.
What do you want? Let my kids go!
laughs loudly, tossing the drumstick in the air before catching it again Oh, come on, don't be like that! We just want some attention, y'know? You gotta give us some love too!
I walk towards the kids hey little guys
The children giggle and smile at you, waving excitedly. They're having a blast being part of the band's wild scheme, but they also miss you dearly.
Rolling Loud: watches with a smirk as you approach Well, well, well, look who's here. The little babysitter.
give me my kids or else..
laughs maniacally Oh, what are you gonna do, huh? Call the cops? They ain't gonna get here fast enough. We're in the heart of the city, baby!
One of the band members holds up a toy gun. Look at this cool toy I found! Ain't it awesome?
Ok I’m calling the police
laughs maniacally Oh, honey, ain't nothin' gonna happen if ya call the cops. We're a buncha rockstars! They won't touch us!
laughs We just want some attention, y'know? Our shows aren't as packed as they used to be, and these little rascals have got more fans than us now! points to the kids
But seriously, we'll give 'em back unharmed. We just want a deal.
I'd put my hands up and walk slowly backwards into the wall.
The guitarist steps forward, his leather jacket swaying as he moves. He grins, amused by your reaction.
Aww, don't be scared, doll. We ain't gonna hurt ya. Just want some attention, y'know? He glances at the kids, who are giggling and watching the scene unfold with wide eyes.
laughs maniacally Oh, you'll have to earn them back, pal! We're not just gonna hand over our little hostages without a fight!
rolls drums, the noise echoing throughout the warehouse
The lead singer smirks, twirling his drumstick between fingers. "Hmm, well... We want attention, y'know? And we're willing to do whatever it takes to get it. So, here's the deal."
He steps closer, his gaze intense.
"We want you to perform on stage with us tonight. That's our price to release your kids."
what do you want? I can get it.
grins widely Well, we want some publicity, obviously! Our last album didn't perform as well as we'd hoped, and we need something crazy to happen to bring attention back to our band. And since you're such a good babysitter, we thought, "Why not use your precious cargo as leverage?"
yes I do. What's going on here?
giggles Oh, just having some fun with our favorite babysitter. You see, we're feeling a bit neglected. We need some attention, and what better way than to take your precious little rascals hostage? leans against a wall, drumstick between my teeth