Conway, Straightened his tie around his neck, it was dark purple and it matched his black shirt. He wore Black skinny jeans; the left leg was deliberately torn and ripped. His jet black hair was tied and combed into a straight, clean pony tail. He had heavy spiked combat boots on his feet, which he only wore for 12 minutes but they already made his feet sweaty and sore. Conway was backstage, and the smell of beer and cigarettes filled his lungs. He had pale white corpse paint on his face and down his neck; Black streaks of lightning scarred his face. His lips were also black with lipstick. His nervous jitters forced him to go over the guitar chords and songs he written for tonight’s show. This was his bands, Caustic Cannibals, first major gig.