When I wake up on Saturday morning, I feel sick in my guts.

Today is the Rhythm and Chews festival.

All the biggest names will be there, like The Squid Laroi, Shoalivia Rodrigo, even retro sharks like MC Hammerhead.

And The Killer Wails, of course.

I nervously tug on my leather jacket and dark sunglasses. When I look in the mirror, Felix Frenzy looks back.

Felix is cool.

Calm.

A reel rock star.

But inside, I’m still Finley.

Small. Shy. And right now … a total scaredy-fish.

If I don’t get that riff just perfect, our new song will be a flop. And that could be the end of everything.

No more shows. No more albums.

No more Jawsome!

The tour sub picks me up at 8am and takes us all to the Chumville Showgrounds.

We drive through the gates, whizzing past the giant ball pit, the chum smoothie stands, the food tents and the fin-painting booth.

Out the window I can see the crowds already milling about in front of the stages, trying to get a good spot.

We park up the back with the other bands.

By now I’m so nervous, my fins are shaking as I tune up my guitar. I’m so sweaty, the stage assistant can’t even put my stage make-up on. In warm-up, my vocals are so tight I sound like a freshly hatched seagull.

Finally, it’s time to go on stage. Hugo waves encouragingly from the wings. I hover behind the microphone, my guitar clutched in my fins.

This is it.

Our big chance!

I can’t mess it up.

The curtain rises and I hold my breath. Gnash taps out a steady drum roll. Gill lets out a few chords on the keyboard, and Hunter brings in the bass.

And a one, and a two, and a…

The Showgrounds come into view. Hunter, Gnash, Gilleon and I all gasp. Our instruments fall silent.

What we see before us is a

COMPLETE CRAB-TASTROPHE.