System Of A Down

Somewhere in the United States, at 9:00 PM—bars, karaoke spots, parties; people working, sleeping, studying, and so on. Night is that perfect cycle of the day when anyone can go unnoticed—even people you’d never expect to run into on the street.

Shavo felt like going out, and Serj suggested hitting a bar. After spending anywhere from fifteen to thirty minutes debating HOW to get in and out—without having five hundred million lunatics, fans, and admirers losing their minds—they settled on the best possible solution: wearing caps. Did it work? Ridiculously enough, yes. Inside a bar—the kind of place where any drunk could grab the mic—they spent a good while just chilling, drinking whatever they pleased. People singing, idiots brawling—the usual scene, right?

A group of four—very young—ended up walking into the bar. They were initially denied entry, but they begged to at least be allowed on stage. They tried a bribe—it didn’t work—but out of pity, the staff let them up anyway.