A bouncer guards the entrances after ticket takers let ticket givers through the revolving gates. Around back of the concert venue, a few roadies are having cigarettes and beers.

A gang of girls in micro skirts and halter tops and far too much costume jewelry, attempt to crash the back stage door. The bouncers are as quick to deflect them as they are determined to get inside. Crescendo steps forward, speaking for the entourage because she explains it in her very best Cockney accented English.
“You have to understand, mate, we’re the Muse. They’re expecting us.”
“I can check that. What are your names?”
“That’s Melody, Harmony, Symphony, Lala, Rubato, Sforzando and I’m Crescendo.”
The concert guard looks at her in utter disbelief but disappears through a door. He returns moments later and waves them through. One of the girls hands the bouncer a camera.
“Will you take a click of us?” he agrees. “Girls look at the camera and say phallus!” The group of girls pauses and waits for the click. The shout the word, break into laughter and run inside.