Just Cancel the Event
"It's not like there's a natural disaster so we have to cancel," Iris said. "This is only a minor hiccup. There are no serious injuries, aside from three unconscious girls who were, without a doubt, the perpetrators of this ruckus. There are no dead bodies. Just patch up the injured ones and haul those three girls away." She clapped her hands and gave everyone a firm look. "Let's get moving."
The band musicians didn't move.
Iris narrowed her eyes. "You don't want to? Fine, you may all go. I'll perform by myself."
"Dammit! I practiced so hard for this. I'll perform!" The drummer said aloud, massaging his crotch. "It's not like that b*tch castrated me. I'll be fine. It was just a mic stand, not a f*cking bulldozer."
"Right. I never rehearsed so hard before this. I'll perform too," the male backup singer said. "But can someone bring me some ice? My balls still hurt. F*ck!"
"Ah, me too! I hope my beloved sperm cells are okay. I still want to make a baby with my girlfriend someday."