“Sacra-fucking-mento, how you doing?” Dick Fury shouted to the crowd. The normal incoherent “woo” and “yeah” responses came flooding back, the wave of sound hitting Dick on the stage. Dick launched back into his usually stage banter. “I’m having a good fucking time too. So good it should be criminal… In fact I’d say having this much fun is… barely legal…”
The crowd roared as the band launched into “Barely Legal.” The F-Ups had songs about social issues and tearing down the oppressive systems that keep the common man down… but their biggest hit was about fucking teenagers. Dick thought it was just as well. In twenty years of playing punk (pop punk if he was really honest with himself) they hadn’t toppled a single power structure, but all of them had fucked a ton of a teenagers. “Barely Legal” had actually started out being about voting, but since it was on the major label debut the suits wanted something edgy yet marketable and youth voter turnout didn’t fit the bill. So instead he leaned into the title (which Dick had intended to be cheeky) and wrote a song about the pleasures of fucking 18-year-olds. Speaking of, it was time for Dick to scan the crowd for tonight’s offering. There were a lot of options.