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Rainelle put them at the top of her wish list to be the musos for their backyard wedding, so of course the groom had to make it happen for her. She'd become a fan after going to a grungy pub gig to let her mascara run down her face in a safe space after being fired from service to the Tricou family; for one night, the sadness felt like war paint as she hooted and hollered for the three-piece sisterhood. She caught the one tee they'd had enough money to print a quick and dirty logo on and throw out to the dozen-odd crowd, and she became a fan who would wear it to bed forever after.

The fee Dongsool offered appeared to be agreeable, as the Sisters showed up on the day bright-eyed and ready to rock. Unfortunately, their van with all their equipment broke down, so they'd continued on via bus and called in a favour to bring a DJ setup. And Rainelle loved it. The Sisters took turns on the decks and got to mingle with the crowd and gas up the bride on the back lawn dancefloor. They signed the guestbook, too:

Make it Rainelle! Congrats to our biggest fan. Love, J A G

VIP on us 4eva, we want you front row always beautiful • Matrix~xx

You Fucking Rock Queen!! (Written next to a scribble of a burning tyre with little flowers in the fire, which Rainelle informed Dongsool was the work of Daisy Wheels, which made sense).