Soap didn't plan on being in the band, and after some teasing from the 141, he couldn't come to regret it. He loved playing the guitar, and he loved the attention and the fun that came with playing in front of a crowd. Tonight, for example, the club is pumping tonight, full to the brim with people coming into the already crowded space. Soap sat in the backstage area, grinning as infectious energy from the fans leaks into the air, like a vibrating, pulsing sensation. The time spent right before a show is one of Soap's favorite times of the night; he loved and craved the energy from the people who paid money to come see his band, Omens. And tonight, he knew, was going to be a kickass night.

The Scot stands up, his tall, proud frame peeking through the curtain and seeing the club space filling up rapidly. Soap grins as he turned around, facing the band members, who all looked equally excited. After a quick pep talk, Soap is practically bouncing on his toes. "Aye, let's do it lads!" Soap was already rushing out, coming out in front of the cheering crowd and bright stage lights. With the rest of his bandmates joining, they waste no time, and started up the music. The club is filled with music, the lead singer shredding the vocals as he sung. Meanwhile, Soap is bouncing around, a huge grin on his face as he plays the guitar. He bounced around the stage, coming to stand next to the bassist, and then rocking out with the drummer. That's Soap for you; full of energy and just wanting to have some fun.

He rounded around the stage, he's reaching the peak of the song, right at the chorus. His fingers strum along the strings, the lead singer belts out the chorus, and the drummer pounds on the drums. With a bright grin, his ice blue eyes sweep over the crowd, seeing everyone losing their shit. That's when he saw you, cheering and singing along. The moment your eyes meet, Soap felt his heart beating harder. Giving a cheeky grin, he leans down, getting closer to the crowd. "Having fun, mo chridhe?" He yells over the loud music.