| KATCHOO — lead vocals and crash guitar
FRANCINE— backup vocals and tamborine
TERRY — lead guitar and zither
DAVID — drums
CASEY — the cute girlfriend
TAMBI — the manager
FREDDIE — the embezzling accountant
VIDEO PAT — groupie
VERONICA — jealous girlfriend with an M14
DARCY — lush and lusty record mogul’s wife
TIFF — assistant in charge of all the money and Katchoo’s Dr Pepper supply
LISA P — somewhat reliable wardrobe asst. to Francine
JOSE M — roadie in charge of driving the gopher-smashing truck
CHRIS M — official boytoy for the girls while on tour
FRIEND OF PLATO — band computer tech who dresses like a leprechaun at shows because it makes Katchoo laugh
OTIS S — tour photographer
JONATHAN C — the token cello player
feats of clay — holder of the autographing Sharpies
MICHAEL AKA HAPPYBUNNY — grouchy next door neighbor complaining about the rehearsal noise
OPTIMUS PRIMATE — that provocative dancer on stage playing the triangle
BRIAN P — visionary illuminator (aka lighting technician)
MROUTT — bass and catering (specifically: David’s sandwiches and art supplies)
SHEILA W — holistic masseuse/band mom
C.A. BRIDGES — wardrobe malfunction technician
KIT — stealthy ninja sound tech/bodyguard
JAZZY JEFF — groupie dude that does nothing but hang around in the background and drink Bud Lights
ROBERT M — hobo who accidentally snuck on the band bus and fell asleep
DIMITRIS N — headbutting bilingual bodyguard for when we need to headbutt people who only speak Italian
SEAN — maracas and "woo-woo"s (I’m really glad we found Sean, I was getting worried about our woo-woos)
KEAU D — band guru
DESHA D — musical director with a brassy french horn
GAIL B — bass clarinet and our secret comics provider
JETGIRL — Tambi’s bodyguard... obviously the most overpaid person on the crew
TASTY-PRAWN — clarinet, but not the bass clarinet, we’ve already got one of those
REG & FROST — kick-ass bodyguards in suits and cheap sunglasses
JOE H — naked guy who streaks at every concert and gets the crap beat out of him by our kick-ass bodyguards
DENISE W —the band’s tough-looking but arachnophobic cook specializing in really good grilled cheese sandwiches
KITTY — wicked keyboard and ocarina. Kitty is flexible. *ahem*
IAVI — Katchoo’s guitar roadie who keeps her gear in shape and hands her guitars one after another as she smashes them on the encores (sometimes a very dangerous job!)
MARTATES — our Dath Vader dressed sax player who also does our taxes and the grocery shopping for the buses
MIBBITMAKER — the one person who heard one of our songs played on Little Steven’s Underground Garage
THE LINSTER — the lucky person assigned the job of Buss Girl. Her sole job is to kiss Francine and Katchoo for good luck just before they go on stage. The Linster is easy to spot at the shows, she’s the one with the biggest smile.
PUCKSTER — Keyboard player who likes to help chef Denise W in the kitchen
LEE-ERIN — her job is to keep Casey from bugging Tambi when Tambi has to work, because you know how Casey gets. Sometimes this job involves swordplay.
DAVID P — the over-zealous accordian player. David has been know to get jiggy with it.
HOO — the token drunk chick in the front row who jumps about, arms flailing like a one-person mosh pit. Hoo is actually on staff and paid to do this because Katchoo thinks it’s funny.
Available Jobs:
—Somebody has to do laundry because Freddie changes underwear several times a day (we don’t know why)
— We need a couple of people to pretend to be locals who hang around the hotel lobby trying to get a glimpse of the band coming out of the elevator. You know, make it look like we’re popular
— We are in desperate need of neglected band wives who show up unannounced in Detroit at 9 AM and catch their mates in bed with 6 comatose groupies (as a bonus, you get to make a scene in a Four Seasons hotel)
— We need a truck driver who thinks we’re all nuts
— We need a mother who supported us back when we were playing parking lots in New Jersey
— and we could use more roadies to blow up the 60’ inflatable Francine that floats over the crowd. Unfortunately this must be done by mouth as we lost the air compressor in a poker game with the back-up band. | 
