As Striker finished up his song I walked down towards the stage and made my way towards on of the country members and asked "Excuse me mate do you mind if I borrow your fiddle? There is a song that I wish to play and if the rest of you can help me out with it that would be much appreciated" The small Imp gave me his fiddle and said "Since you asked politely sure, what song is it?" I smiled to the band and said "Are you guys familiar with an American country song called The Devil Went Down to Georgia?" The Imps looked at each other and smiled and said "Do we ever, sure we'll help you out, just give us the word" I smiled and nodded and I walked onto the stage as Striker was bowing and towards him, I then took over the microphone and I snatched it from him which caused the audience to gasp and Striker angrily said "And what the hell do you think you're doing?!"

I then said into the microphone "There was absolutely no reason for what you did to Moxxie, none at all! You sir are no more than a cunt by singing a song mocking a man who did no more than try to impress his wife and parents. I thought that my father was a cunt but you sir take the biscuit when it comes to what you did! If you are going to be a cunt then I'm going to show you up like the cunt that you are! hit it lads!" The band started and I began to play the fiddle and sang whilst Striker stood there fuming.

(Follow the lyrics along if you want)

The devil went down to Georgia, he was lookin' for a soul to steal

He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind

And he was willin' to make a deal.

When he came across this young man sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot

And the devil jumped up on a hickory stump

And said, "boy, let me tell you what"

"I guess you didn't know it but I'm a fiddle player too

And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you

Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy

But give the devil his due

I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul

'Cause I think I'm better than you"

The boy said, "my name's Johnny and it might be a sin

But I'll take your bet, you're gonna regret

'Cause I'm the best there's ever been"

Johnny, rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard

'Cause Hell's broke loose in Georgia, and the devil deals the cards

And if you win, you get this shiny fiddle made of gold

But if you lose, the devil gets your soul

(Carter's Fiddle instrumental)

It was then that I began to play the fiddle instrumental and the began to dance around the fuming Striker and I smiled whilst doing so dancing around him. I then began the next part of the song.

"The devil opened up his case and he said, "I'll start this show"

And fire flew from his fingertips as he rosined up his bow

And he pulled the bow across the strings

And it made a evil hiss

Then a band of demons joined in

And it sounded something like this

(Band plays)

When the devil finished, Johnny said, "well, you're pretty good, ol' son

But sit down in that chair right there

And let me show you how it's done"

"Fire on the Mountain" run boys, run

The devil's in the House of the Rising Sun

Chicken in a bread pan pickin' out dough

Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no

(Carter's Fiddle Solo)

I then began to dance around Striker again with my fiddle and everyone was cheering as I did so which infuriated him even more and began to chase me around the stage as I continued the solo, eventually I thought that I would humiliate him more by tripping him over and I continued the next part of the song.

"he devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat

And he laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny's feet

Johnny said, "Devil, just come on back if you ever wanna try again

I done told you once you son of a bitch, I'm the best that's ever been"

He played "Fire on the Mountain" run boys, run

The devil's in the House of the Rising Sun

The chicken in a bread pan pickin' out dough

Granny, will your dog bite? No child, no.

(Carter's Fiddle Solo)

Striker growled as he leaped off of the floor to chase me around the stage again as I played the fiddle, striker grew tired chasing me and stopped to take his breath. Once the song finished I bowed and the crowd cheered and whistled, my back was turned to Striker but I hear him scream and I turn around and saw him leap at me, I smiled and swung the fiddle causing it to break against his face and for him to lie on the floor motionless, I had knocked him unconscious and I yelled at him "That's what you get for being a cunt to my friend Moxxie!" the crowd cheered again as I walked off of the stage. The band ran over to Striker but the guy who leant me his fiddle said "Don't worry about the fiddle, you did the right thing stickin up for yer friend up there so I won't ask for you to repay me, run along now and we'll deal with him from here".

I smiled and nodded and as I left the stage Loona ran up to me and embraced me with a long passionate kiss, after a few seconds we broke apart with a string of saliva still attached to our mouths and she said "That was amazing you can play the fiddle too?!" I laughed and said "I can play a number of instruments babe, learning to play musical instruments was one of my coping mechanisms growing up and not to toot my own horn but the number of instruments I can play possibly might match Paul McCartney" Loona raised her eyebrow at me and said "Who's Paul McCartney?" My mouth dropped at Loona and said "You don't know who Paul McCartney is?! He's only the greatest singer songwriter in history, he was in the biggest band of all time called The Beetles!" Loona laughed and said "I know who he is I was just messing with you" I groaned and playfully and got her in a head lock and began rubbing the top of her head with my knuckle and said "You really had me there as well" Which made Loona laugh even more" I let go of Loona and she said "Come on let's get out of here before Striker wakes up".