To Be Named At A Later Date

Game Show

"Hello everybody, I'm your host Carl Marley and welcome to,"

"Bandmates Got Beef!" The crowd roared.

The host smiled. "Thats right, it's the game where nothing makes sense and the points don't matter because I don't care. Today we have the infamous independent band To Be Named At A Later Date!" He approached Connie, the first from the left. "You guys do have a nickname, don't you?"

She nodded proudly. "We go by TiBNAALD."

"Bless you," He quipped to laughter. He then moved back to take a full look at the band. "You guys really have it all! No two people alike! First question on the board."

Three dings sounded as the band huddled over their writing pads.

"Looks like we're starting off easy, 'Most Likely To Cry During A Movie Of Any Genre'."

Steven held back the sigh he wanted to do even though he was obviously turning red as the rest giggled at him. He almost didn't even want to write an answer. What was the point, he thought, joining in the laughter. "I already hate this game."

"20 points for honesty!"

The rules of this game started simple: each band member has a writing pad and for each question they have to side with the side with the most votes. So, by voting for Steven they all got points. If there were ties or mass disagreement, no one got any points at all or they'd trigger a mini game. The questions would get harder based on a few trigger phrases, actions or behaviors that the band have been observed doing often. But the best part was getting randomly given points at completely unprecedented times. The questions were typically embarrassing and highly expository, but at this point they didn't care because this was their favorite game show!

"Chin up, Steven," Jacob encouraged with his most British tongue. "You'll be alright."

Carl Marley chuckled. "So, you guys are the band either no one's heard of or everyone's obsessed with! It's an absolutely mind boggling dynamic you have as well but we'll get to that later, which leads me to our next question, 'Most Likely To Kiss The Same Sex And Blush After'."

They scribbled down their answers and after the ten second timer went off, Carl pointed to Adam on the far right. "Adam, every girls end all, what'd you put down?"

Adam flipped his over and smirked as Hazel scoffed. "I put down Hazel."

"Anna, who did you put down?"

Anna flipped hers over. "Jacob. Anyone in the band who thought about this question should totally know that." She stuck out her tongue to Adam, who faked a glare her way. "Adam in particular should know that."

"What?" Adam asked with a sultry laugh. "I make people blush, it's just my energy."

Jacob revealed that he'd picked himself too. "No use in edging myself, I've got mad bi panic."

Adam hummed. "Aw, don't say that. There's always use for edging."

"15 points for the top."

"I don't know why, but I actually picked Connie." Steven laughed when his wife showed she picked him.

"The power couple picked each other? How surprising," Carl drawled. "How long have you guys all been a band?"

"Oh, we don't do math–,"

"What Steven is trying to say is around 3 1/2 years," Jasmin corrected with a laugh.

Jacob leaned in a bit to his mic. "For the record, Steven's the one who can't do math. I am personally capable of being pretty and smart."