The next group was ready to perform. They were local favorites, Diane Heatherington and the Merry-Go- Round. As their equipment personnel were setting up their amplifiers, microphones and drums some ominous black storm clouds were rapidly moving in. Some light drizzle could already be felt when a sudden flash of lightning and a loud boom of thunder was heard. One of the band’s roadies told the group that it might be wise to postpone playing their set until the weather cleared a bit.
One of the rock festivals MCs announced, “ Look people, it appears we are in for a bit of a storm. Hopefully, it won’t last long. Dianne Heatherington and the Merry-G0-Round have decided to postpone their set until the storm passes. It’s just too dangerous with the lightning and all.”
“Bullshit!” yelled a member of one of the biker clubs near the stage.
“Damn rights,” bellowed another biker from the same club. “ They’re chicken shit. If we can stand a bit of rain so can they. W came here to hear some music.”
“ Ah, cool out man,” yelled a member from a rival motorcycle gang. “Give the band a break. You can drink some beer and smoke some dope until the weather clears.”
After hearing this, the two bikers who had spoken first walked towards the spot where their rivals had set up. Within a minute some more words were exchanged followed by some pushing and shoving.
The lead guitarist from the band spoke from the stage,” Hey, you guys up front, cool it, or we won’t play at all.”
With this, one of the bikers climbed up onto the stage and stared the musician down and said, “You”ll play if we tell you to.”
One of the band’s big roadies responded by giving the biker on the stage a shove that almost knocked the biker down. Lloyd had been intently following the drama that was unfolding and decided that it was time for him to intervene. Lloyd climbed up onto the stage, grabbed a mike and said, “ Come on people. Let’s all cool out or you’ll ruin the whole festival.”
By this time both Gypsy and Misty had already downed their tabs of acid. They didn’t feel its effects yet but their acid was not of the best quality. Misty and Gypsy also watched the activity unfolding on the stage. By this time all hell had broken loose. One of the bikers had knocked Lloyd out with a roundhouse right. Lloyd fell off the stage and landed back in the crowd in front of the stage.