Megaband

by brazboy   

An indie band is scouted by a large record label—their talent and hard work has finally been acknowledged! But apparently the company’s boss wants them to accept a new member, a vocalist, and this new member is also a macro…?!

The four lads had been brought from the airport directly to the top floor of the headquarters of the record label that had scouted them less than ten days before in a small concert in their home town of Uberlandia. They waited for barely fifteen minutes—fifteen long, nerve-wrecking minutes—before being admitted into the office of the label’s president, owner, founder and a bunch of other things, Marcos Leonardo. Honestly, seeing the large well-decorated minimalist office in front of them was pretty awe-inspiring. Marcos Leonardo, the living legend of Brazilian music, coming to them with a smile and offering his hand for a handshake, however, was just crazy.

“Welcome, welcome. Please make yourselves at home,” said the older man, who was in his early 50s, pointing his hands towards the many comfortable couches around his office, after shaking their hands and before offering them some food. When everyone seemed comfortable enough, he walked back towards his desk. “So, Josué here sent me the recording of your little show and I have to say I was blown away. I listened to it back-to-back three times before I even realized what I was doing, and I have been listening to it in my car while coming to work for a week now… you boys are really talented,” he praised. The lads smiled awkwardly and looked at each other—they were being praised by a legend in the business.

“Thank you, sir, we were really surprised when you told us to fly directly to São Paulo in such short notice,” said Guilherme, their guitarist and informal leader of the lads—a handsome, tall and slim guy with a long black hair which framed his stark features.

“With the talent you boys have I was the one surprised someone else hadn’t scouted you before us,” said Marcos, smiling to Josué, who mumbled a few words in agreement. “Now tell me, is it true that all the songs you sang in that little concert were composed by you, lyrics and music?” he asks, slowly, gauging their reactions.

“Yes, sir!” responded João, the drummer and bulkier of the lads, rather excited. “We wrote them mostly together, you know? Sometimes one works on the lyrics and another one on the music, sometimes we all help each other, it’s a mix. ‘Sunrise’ is mostly Paulo’s and ‘Hillside’ was 100% by Guilherme, though.”

“Wonderful, wonderful,” said Marcos, then sitting down on his comfortable chair, behind his imposing table which was decorated with gold, platinum and diamond records. The lads, sitting down, now looked up to him and saw only the large windows showing São Paulo’s skyline behind the powerful older man.

“So, let’s get down to business, boys,” he says, now suddenly looking serious. “I want to sign a contract with your band, I offer 100.000 reais in advance, plus 10% of physical and digital sales, 25% of tickets and 60% of appearance fees for a three-year exclusivity contract, for three albums. I am also willing to pay for your housing, food and transportation while in São Paulo for four months during the production of each of those CDs, and of course, we will mobilize all our resources to get you on all the TV shows,” he stated, and the eyes of the lads started shining as they looked from each other to the older man with growing internal excitement. This was better—much better—than whatever they had expected to get.

“There’s just one small detail…” said Marcos, and then he cleared his throat, building up some tension. It worked, the boys where getting very tense, as if the bird of opportunity was starting to fly away. “As much as I loved Guilherme’s voice—and I did love his voice, he is great for some of the songs—I think you guys should have a solo vocalist. In fact, I have the perfect candidate, and, if you guys are willing to accept him, we can sign off the contract today,” Marcos informed. Now, the looks that the lads were exchanging were showing some confusion and doubt.

“Sir, we… didn’t expect that. We thought you’d be interested in our band as it is now, the four of us,” said a slightly shaken Guilherme. João, the drummer, tapped on his back as to say ‘don’t worry, we are here for you’.

“Besides, as you said, Guilherme sounds amazing, we don’t need a vocalist or whatever,” added Paulo, the band’s bassist, seemingly annoyed as his handsome face became dominated by a frown, and as his muscular arms crossed in front of his pecs, squeezing his upper torso. Paulo was slim, but the most muscular of them all. Marcos shrugged at his response.

“I understand your feelings, and to a point I agree with your point. See, I don’t want Guilherme to stop singing, I just think the band could gain from having someone who is focused on the vocal and more performative aspects of the shows,” argued Marcos, and the lads still seemed unconvinced. “It will expand the repertoire of what your band can do,” he pointed out. The lads still seemed to resist, however.

“I don’t know… we’d have to debate that, I think,” said Renan, the keyboard player, trying to leave the doors open. He really wanted to catch that bird, but he was afraid of what this could mean for the band—after all, the four of them had been friends for year and could trust each other… but this new guy, who would he even be? Renan sighed, and was now nervously combing his black curly hair with his fingers, showing his bulging slim muscles..

“Of course, I understand that,” said Marcos, and then he took a small remote-control from his desk. “But I think you guys should check out a little of the man I have in mind before you debate my offer amongst yourselves, don’t you agree?” he suggested. And the lads did agree, and so Marcos used the remote-control to turn on a large flat-screen TV he had on the wall of his office.

A video started playing: it showed a large room, and the production value seemed low—almost like the video was amateur. Then, loud footsteps were heard, and a shadow moved from behind the camera, until a person appeared in front of it—and what a person! He was tall—huge, actually, as his head almost touched the ceiling. His frame was densely packed with muscle, and so his arms were forced to the side as were his legs—his skin seemed to be working hard to contain all his body without bursting, and yet it looked so perfect. He was also extremely handsome, and, seeing his face, half the men in the room got an instant erection. The other half, got erect when they looked down, towards his immense penis and scrotum, which were covered by a thin layer of fabric, but were, combined, bigger than a beachball being hugged by a firefighter’s hose.

“Damn,” thought Guilherme, uncapable of keeping his mouth close as he watched that hunk move about in front of the camera, seemingly shy. Guilherme’s cock was not only hard, but his mouth was drooling a little at the overflowing sexiness of the guy in the video.

All the lads got agitated—on the one hand, because the image they watched move around shily in the television was incredibly arousing to all of them; but mostly because it suddenly dawned on all of their minds that this lunatic of a man was proposing that their band accept a macro as their lead vocal! Was this whole thing just a terrible practical joke? Who had ever heard of macros becoming musicians, much less joining a band? Even if this were real—which it couldn’t be—they’d become a true laughing stock in the musical world—they’d probably never be taken seriously if they accepted that, which of course meant they wouldn’t. A singing macro, in their band—preposterous!

Paulo, particularly, was about to stand up and burst out of the room when the macro started singing—and what a fucking voice! He was like a male siren, his voice commanded the room, and the lads suddenly couldn’t even hear their own thoughts—that’s just how much the macro’s vocal prowess overwhelmed them. He sang one song, and then another one in a completely different style, both masterfully. The macro’s vocal talents made Guilherme shed a tear and João cum while sitting on that comfortable couch, until Marcos turned off the video.

“What do you guys think?” he asked, pleased with himself. For a second, silence dominated the room—the impression caused by the video was simply that overwhelming.

“Well, I think no one can argue that this macro guy is really talented,” said Paulo, slowly, as if unsure of his own position, before clearing his throat and his mind. “But I don’t know whether having a macro in our band is the best call for us.”

“Yes. Despite his voice, I don’t know if he’d integrate well and, besides, a macro? Really? They’d never have us play in the Circo Voador with a macro as our vocalist,” said Renan, a bit more confident after hearing Paulo’s opinion.

Marcos tried to argue that he was sure that having a macro member would not be a problem for the band—after all, he was proposing to invest in them and he had no intention of losing money. “The winds of change are blowing, boys. I am sure that by breaking this taboo your Megaband will in fact be better positioned to reach the highest places in the future. Maybe even an international career,” he said, tempting the lads. Renan, however, remained unconvinced, and Paulo replied that even if Marcos were right, there was still the issue of throwing in a new member into their already stablish dynamic in the band.

This debate lasted for a while, until Guilherme sighed loudly.

“Well, maybe we could give him a chance? I mean, it wouldn’t kill to have a vocalist and I have to say… his voice is really great. I want to hear him sing our songs,” he said decisivedly, aware of the weight his opinion caried. Paulo seemed not to like it too much, but Guilherme’s words did change the flow of the debate.

“His voice is great, dude, but what about his fucking body? How will we deal with that mess?” asked the bassist, a bit more aggressively, turning toward the guitarist. Guilherme seemed to think for a little, before sighing again.

“If macros can manage their own bodies, I am sure we can survive,” he argued. “Besides, I don’t want to turn him down just because he is a macro. Let’s give him a chance, then if it doesn’t work, we can come back to the table. Would this work, mister Marcos?” asked Guilherme.

Marcos seemed to think for a while, and then he nodded.

“Sure. Let’s do this then: no advance for now. The five of you stay here in São Paulo with all expenses paid for the next four months and record the first CD. If that works out, we sign the contract, if not, we try something else. Does that work for everyone?” he asks, and the lads exchange looks. Renan seems convinced now, even Paulo seems satisfied, and then they all agree. They proceed to leave the label’s headquarters and are taken to the company-owned house where they’ll be staying for the next few months.

After the lads had been in São Paulo for three days, staying in the company’s large home in one of the city’s many suburbs, Pedro finally arrived in a special van to join them. All the four band members went out to received their new—albeit for now temporary—member, and they watched as the van’s door opened, and out of it emerged a true giant: first, his legs, each as thick as muscular Paulo’s torso; then his arms, each as powerful as all of swimmer Guilherme’s body; soon, his pecs and bulge appeared more or less at once, each their own masterfully contained enormous rounded packages. Then, finally, as the 250 kilogram of manly man left the vehicle, his handsome face was revealed, sporting a pure and thankful smile that almost made all of them feel bad for their previous reticence towards the new member.

One by one, the lads approached Pedro and extended their arms for a handshake—and one by one, without a second thought, Pedro pulled them in for a hug, squashing their faces against his gigantic pecs, and their abs and crotches against his oversized balls. Guilherme and Paulo got hard from that, while Renan and João were already hard since the had seen the new guy’s pecs bouncing up and down as he left the van in a jump.

“It’s very nice to meet you all, guys! I am super excited to work together with you. I have been listening to your songs during my bus trip here and I have already fallen in love! Thank you very much for accepting me, by the way, I know it mustn’t have been easy,” he said, his voice dripping enthusiasm, and hypnotizing the lads even as he spoke naturally.

“Eh…uh… no need to flatter us! We are…very excited to listen to our songs in your voice as well,” said Guilherme, trying, and failing, to control his body’s reaction to Pedro, and the whole situation. Regardless, his dick was still almost bursting.

The lads exchanged a few more pleasantries before the driver appeared next to them, carrying some bags with Pedro’s stuff.

“Should we go in?” the driver suggested, and the five lads followed to the living room where they started scrambling to get Pedro water and some snacks, before they could awkwardly sit in the living room to talk some business.

“So… we tend to practice from 9 to 12, and then we have lunch and practice a little more and also discuss new songs, try to write more stuff and all that; then after 15h we usually leave the house to go do some special activity like go to a concert or the movies, since we are here in São Paulo for now. Then we return for dinner and usually talk about music again while watching TV at night,” informed João, trying to be helpful. Pedro nodded and smiled while he heard that.

“Sounds like a dream! I hope I am not disturbing the schedule,” said the larger man, realizing it was 10:45 right then, before Renan guaranteed that it was okay since they had planned for some free time as they knew of Pedro’s arrival that day.

“Nice,” said Pedro, before uncomfortably looking to the sides. “There’s only one thing we need to discuss then,” he then coughed a little. “I…am a second-generation-macro, meaning that my father was the one transformed by Muscletyn back in the seventies, when the Soviets first released that into the market. That means I have always been like this and… well, there are a few other differences besides my being bigger than first-gens,” Pedro explained, before coughing once more out of pure awkwardness, as all eight eyes looked at him—at his own eyes, at his pecs, at his abs, at his cock and balls; just all over. “I mean, hmmm, for example…I will probably need some breaks in our schedule every 3 hours or so to… drain myself,” he explained. As those words left Pedro’s mouth, the other lads got pale and started to look uncomfortable. It was Guilherme who responded, awkwardly.

“Oh, yeah, of course. We googled a little about macros, to be honest, so we were kind of expecting that…I…I am sure mister Marcos has prepared a place for your to…be drained comfortably. If there’s anything else you need, though, please just say,” he politely expressed. Pedro then felt a little more comfortable and visibly relaxed his immense muscles.

“Thanks,” he said, and then paused for a second. “But well, the thing is that, well, while we live together, it might come a day when you guys want to… join me with draining,” he started, and the other guys seemed about to protest, but Pedro continued unfazed. “Now, it may not happen or it may happen, I don’t know, but I just want to make it clear that, if it does happen, that’s fine by me, but you guys should know it has some effects on the male human body…,” he slowly said, until being interrupted by Paulo.

“You mean your…liquids?” he asked, a bit freaked out. Pedro blushed.

“Yes… they have an impact… if…I’m sorry again for having to say this, but it’s important…,” he apologized, before breathing in and continuing, “The thing is that my…our…liquids… have different properties. Unlike the liquids of normal men or even fist-gen macros, if consumed, my… juices… will make you guys grow…not, not like me or like a first-gen! Being a macro is not transmissible like that... but... have you guys ever heard of ‘uberjuice’?” Pedro started saying, and Renan literally gasped.

“Fuck! Are you saying that ‘uberjuice’ is made from the cum of second-generation macros?” he asked, seemingly shocked that the rare and ultra-expensive supplement that most of the hottest celebrities he followed celebrated so much was actually of human origin. He had known it was natural, after all, it didn’t show in doping tests and as such the Olympic Games had turned into an ubermen spectacle; still, it was hard to accept that the reason why uberjuice couldn’t be separated from natural human hormones was because it was basically that exact same thing! All those perfect flawless bodies filled to the absolute maximum with muscles and oozing sexual energy were all fabricated, and using human spunk no less! The image of his favorite celebrities drinking human cum now couldn’t leave his mind.

“Well, it is not so much ‘made from’ cum as it ‘is’ cum and pec-milk, but yes. It’s a bit of an open secret, but it’s very true,” said an embarrassed Pedro. Paulo then stood up and, putting his hand on the much larger man’s shoulder (which was almost as tall as himself even as the larger man sat down), and smiled kindly.

“Don’t worry, that will not happen, so don’t feel too uncomfortable around us and welcome to the crew,” he vouched, and Pedro smiled back, wondering if that would be true this time—maybe so, if people from the big city were better at controlling their urges than his small town friends.

The lads had really clicked together after a few days, and Pedro had proved to be a really great addition to the band, even helping them overcome some creative roadblocks with some of the lyrics and songs they had been composing, as well as bringing his own ideas to the table. His voice also seemed to perfect fit and adjust to the mood of each note, and each word, which greatly enhanced their performance in and out of the stage—in summation, he was here to stay, and that made the other four very glad. And so, soon enough, Megaband was releasing its first album and having its first show in a large venue in São Paulo.

The show started with the four members on the stage, under the cover of darkness, until Pedro was risen from bellow, his immense figure only becoming fully visible once the lights turned on and illuminated the performers, painting them with different colors. Then, suddenly, the whole band could be distinguished: the ultra-muscular drummer, the extremely sexy bassist, the amazingly endowed keyboard player, and the absolute uberman of a guitarist. In the middle of them, towering at about 3 and a half meters—and proving that uberjuice affected macro-men—was their vocalist, “the sexiest singer alive” according to recent online polls.

As the vocalist appeared, as his muscles bulged when he grabbed the mic, and, finally, when the other studs started playing their instruments, the collective astonished silent of thousands of fans turned into a frenetic hungry cry which almost inundated the sound of the music. During the show, the ultra-sexy bassist and guitarist moved around the stage, revealing their strong arms as they played their instruments. At the same time, the unmissable vocalist danced around, singing with his hypnotic voice, flexing and having his junk jump as he himself moved, causing some fans to faint and others to ejaculate as they watched the exhilarating spectacle.

This went on for the better part of an hour, when the main song came: “Come with Me,” a new composition with the lyrics written by Pedro and romantic melody created by Guilherme. They got closer to one another in the middle of the stage as the melody progressed.

“Sometimes it’s too hard to carry on,” began Pedro’s delicious voice, husky and private, almost as if he were speaking directly to the ears of their 5000 fans. “They see your shape and not your hardon; they feel your muscles and not your heart; they think you can carry on singled out, apart.”

And then he got really close to the audience, and the huge screens were focusing on Pedro’s massive body and his dick, which swung from one side to the other, insufficiently large to also frame all of his pecs given how wide an area they covered.

“But carrying on is just surviving, and being alone is not the same as thriving; I once held your dick in my hand, but that wasn’t enough for you to understand; so let me clear any mistakes that would-be, I just want you to come with me, come with me, come with me,” sang Pedro, now joined by Guilherme in a duo, leaving the audience completely crazy.

Then, they quickly transitioned to the next song: one with a faster tempo, less romantic and more pop. Some professional dancers came into the stage from the sides, surprising the audience as each one of them was about 250cm in height, with muscles so large that one could even think they’d have trouble moving energetically around the stage. However, they didn’t need to move around too much for their choreography. The immense dancers, undressed above their hips, had their cocks hanging separately from their balls in a long cock-sleeve which was open at the end. As the song picked up and Pedro started to sing about how “you can’t swing reality your way, rocks hit the ground and so should your shitty lies,” the men started swinging their cocks, which became six highly choreographed pendulums, and were joined by their balls in bouncing left and right, as they bulged their muscles following the rhythm of the music.

As they flexed and danced, their cocks slowly rose, becoming true towers of hardened male meat, which now moved left and right themselves like gigantic dancing obelisks. As Pedro continued to sing, “the time for words has already passed, I’m tired of seeing you move from one side to the other indecisively,” so did the cocks continue to move. And the gigantic balls below them also swayed, attracting the eyes of the spectators away from the faces and bodies of the hot band members for once, hypnotizing 5000 pairs of eyes with their motion.

And then started the chorus. “Go above and beyond and overcome yourself, but be watchful of your steps or I might explode,” sang Pedro and Guilherme together, while the dancers’ red, hot erections swayed around the stage and slowly started to become wet with their juices. As they continued the chorus, Guilherme rubbed his ass against Pedro’s still semi-hard cock—which was more than sufficiently contained in its cock-sleeve—and when they repeated the chorus a third time the fireworks and dancers exploded painting the sky white and several other colors; one major difference being that the white cum would fall back on the audience, mixing with the juices of the thousands of male and female spectators which had also orgasmed on the spot and were now rubbing against each other and screaming in delight as the band continued their wonderful show.

“Megaband—Deliverance,” was the name of their first album.

Shows in 25 state capitals plus the Federal District for a combined total of more than 500 thousand spectators, in some of the country’s largest venues; their new music video has been watched online by more than 400 million people worldwide, and stories about them have been published from Canada to Japan—and all of that in less than six months! That’s Megaband, the new hit wonder by legendary producer Marcos Leonardo, which has conquered the ears and hearts of millions in Brazil and overseas, and who have opened a new chapter in the history of entertainment. Despite their busy schedules, their five members have kindly accepted the Spinning Pebble’s invitation for an exclusive interview before they start work on their second album.

Spinning Pebble: Thank you very much for this interview. So, how are you guys dealing with your new-found fame?

Guilherme: Thank you for inviting us, we are huge fans of your magazine. As for your question, you know, I think that despite our global success our lives have not changed all that much. Being a group and spending most time together, I think we help each other stay grounded.

Paulo: I agree. Living with these guys, even if something starts getting to your head, they bring you down quite quickly [laughs].

João: Also, we work a lot so there’s not that much time to dwell on this whole celebrity thing. We are always either practicing, playing music on shows or writing lyrics.

Pedro: Yeah, we have a pretty busy routine. To me, particularly, I actually feel that I stand out less now living with the other guys than I did back when I was not in the band—people still look at me outside, of course, but now I share those glances at least a little [laughs].

Renan: That’s not the only thing we share [laughs], you know, one of the good things of being in a band is sharing each other’s burden. This may sound like a “first world problem” but sometimes someone will feel that they are losing control of their own personality, as if being overwhelmed by the fame and all, and the other members will be there and help you since they know what’s like.

Spinning Pebble: That’s great, I am sure it can be a struggle! So, we heard that Pedro was not actually a member of Megaband originally, but he was added later on by the label company, is that right? How did you guys manage to incorporate him and create the great synergy that everyone now sees on the stage?

Guilherme: That’s absolutely right, and that was the best thing we did, to be honest. I can’t imagine the band now without Pedro.

Renan: Absolutely. We’d not have the same energy when performing without him, and I think his size also complements our band as much as his voice.

Paulo: Well, I have to admit I was quite against it in the beginning exactly because I didn’t know how we’d all fare together, but he has been a great complement to Guilherme’s never-ending enthusiasm and Renan’s quiet attitude [laughs]. Although there are some issues with having a macro member…

Spinning Pebble: Like what?

Paulo: You see… the first thing was our daily routine. We had to change everything to accommodate his eating schedule, and also his draining and milking. Now we are also eating every 3 hours like him, which people say is healthier so maybe that was a plus [laughs] and I think all the lads are more than satisfied now, but originally some were pissed and even disgusted…

João: Particularly you [more laughs].

Paulo: Yes [laughs], particularly me. It took me some time to appreciate Pedro’s body for what it is rather than just seeing it as a hassle; for a while I thought of it as a drawback which I now know was really unfair. I hope our band can show other people that macro bodies are really wonderful, too, and have their own charms.

Spinning Pebble: I am sure the fans share that hope! And what was it like for you, Pedro?

Pedro: Honestly, I didn’t expect things to be as smooth as they were. As a born-macro, I never really had this experience of being completely accepted at first wherever I go, and I think the lads were pretty darn close to that, specially João and Guilherme which started helping me in the third day, after our milking machine broke down….

Spinning Pebble: You mean you get help from the other lads in getting milked and drained?

Pedro: Well, only when necessary or when they want to…

João: Which tends to be always [laughs].

Pedro: I mean, yes, but in seriousness, that was really moving to me. I know it can be hard to handle my body, and it can take a lot of effort to help me. Also, the fact that they accepted to include macro dancers in our show and music video, and that they really liked my lyrics about the macro experience was also something I can’t thank them enough.

Spinning Pebble: You are referring to the hit song “Come with me”?

Pedro: Exactly. We talked a lot about that one, as we were afraid many people would not like it or be prejudicial about a song and music video centered around macro bodies, but at the end of the day they were really supportive and brought their own ideas to the table. The whole thing about the macro dancers ejaculating during the video and even in some of our shows, for example, that was Guilherme’s idea and I think it was really bold.

Guilherme: I just thought of the things that cause shock and also astonishment to us, normal-sized people, when we see a macro, and the first thing that came to mind was, of course, the explosive volume of their orgasms.

Paulo: Although now we are more used to it. [laughs]

Guilherme: Yes [laughs], but the idea is that if we can talk about even the most impressive thing now, then maybe the rest will be easier later on.

Spinning Pebble: That’s a great idea! Another thing our team realized looking back at old pictures is just how much you guys have grown, matured, physically speaking, since you signed with Mr. Marcos label. Pedro, for one, is now 3 and a half meters tall, but even the other band members are at least 2 meters tall and incredibly muscular, how did that happen?

Guilherme: Oh, that’s because we got access to uberjuice.

Paulo: Yes, that liquid is really miraculous. It does really work wonders.

João: I’m getting excited just thinking about it, now!

Spinning Pebble: I see. Can you reveal to our readers what drinking uberjuice feels like, and where you guys get it?

Pedro: Well, we can’t really betray our dealer [laughs]. As you know, this is a bit of a secret that we can’t talk about…

Spinning Pebble: Sure, but it is related to the macrotyn, the same substance that created the first generation of macros in the 70s, right?

Renan: I guess you can say that, right guys? [laughs]

Pedro: Yes, I think that’s fair [more laughs], but you know, as much as uberjuice has changed our bodies—and it has, a lot—I think the fans are more attracted to the energy of the band than to the fact that all my mates here are 2-meter-tall muscle hunks or that I am currently the largest macro in the southern hemisphere….

Guilherme: Although that probably helps [laughs].

Pedro: I guess it does [more laughs]. I know I became more interested in you guys as you grew [laughs].

Guilherme: Yes, I feel that way too. After we ‘scaled up’ we reached some understanding that only experience brings, and in some areas I think we ‘fit’ better now than before.

Spinning Pebble: I see, and talking about ‘experiences’, what are the inspirations you guys use to write your songs? Do you have some muse that inspire your creativity? Any romantic relationships?

Guilherme: You mean if we are dating any ladies? [laughs] No, no, I think we are all focused 100% on the band right now, and at least for me, there’s no woman in my heart or anything.

Pedro: It’s the same for me. But I do hope that in the future, after the band is more settled, I can return to dating life.

Guilherme: You’d have a lot of choice [laughs].

Pedro: Not that I’d need that [more laughs].

Spinning Pebble: What about the other members?

Paulo: It’s the same for me, actually.

João: Yeah, we work so much these days that I haven’t even had time to think about women.

Renan: Same, although I miss going out to clubs and flirting, now even when I try its not the same as they know a lot more about me than I do about them, so flirting loses some of the fun it had for me, originally, which was that game of push and pull.

Spinning Pebble: I see. Another question a lot of our readers have in mind is what is it like for all five of you to live together?

Paulo: It’s a fucking mess, honestly [laughs]. It feels like we are both always and never working, at the same time.

Pedro: To me what affected me the most is that this is the first time I lived with non-macros, as my whole family is macro. Having to learn to adapt to smaller people was really a challenge…

Spinning Pebble: Although they also changed while living with you…

Pedro: Yes, that’s true, I was lucky in that front. Now they are stronger and more muscular and won’t be knocked out if I bump my balls on them too fast due to some mistake or whatever.

Guilherme: Oh yeah, there’s that! [laughs] I think living together is what helped to really integrate Pedro into the band so smoothly, to be honest. And he is also really helpful in carrying stuff around, for example. His muscles are not just for show.

João: Absolutely! He doesn’t like me to tell this story, but I remember when he was really mad once because someone had parked their truck just in front of our garage, and so he just went out, lifted the whole vehicle with his stupidly thick arms, and moved it to the middle of the street where he dropped it and left it until the owner came knocking at our door. At first, he was yelling angrily at us for messing with his truck, but when Pedro said he had parked improperly and that next time he did so he’d guarantee there’d no be a third time. The driver suddenly became really apologetic really fast.

Renan: Yeah, it’s rare for something like that to happen but Pedro surely knows how to use his body to get what he wants when he needs to, right Guilherme?

Guilherme: Yes, he’s an expert in the art of persuasion [laughs].

Spinning Pebble: That’s great, I’m sure our fans were wondering about that as well. But now on your music, how do you guys get inspiration to write such wonderful lyrics?

Paulo: For me it’s just what I am feeling at any given moment, but most lyrics are written by Guilherme.

Renan: Yeah, and even when he doesn’t write it himself, he is, you know, helping everyone else. Most of the songs which aren’t his are more like collective works.

Spinning Pebble: So, Guilherme where do you get inspiration?

Guilherme: Oh, what they were saying is not quite right [laughs], everyone has at least one song in this album, for example, I just happened to write the one that got most traction, “Sweet devil’s fruit.” Regardless, the answer is I just write about what I want to write: it can be something I know, like my feelings, or something I am curious about, like muscles or other people’s experiences. Sometimes, writing is like playing with a toy you don’t want to let go, other times, it’s therapy for you to get rid of something. I write about some things I want to experience, and other things I want to purge from me.

João: I get the feeling your songs have become more about what you want to experience than about what you want to get away from since Pedro joined us…

Guilherme: I think I see that too [laughs]. But a part of it is also not taking things too seriously, I guess, specially when you are having this much fun.

Spinning Pebble: That’s great! Is there anything else you guys want to say to your fans?

Guilherme: I want to thank them for their support and I hope they continue following our work. You guys are the best!

Paulo: Yes, at the end of the day, we do what we do thanks to the fans, so we can only thank them for supporting us and vouch to do our best to continue earning their support.

João: True, I’d also like to invite everyone to watch our next show which will be broadcast live on Tutube as a ‘thank you’ for everyone’s support these last few months.

Renan: I guess that’s basically it. Thank you everyone [laughs]

Pedro: To our fans? I can only ask them to keep listening to us and to keep watching… we have much more still in store for them [more laughs].

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