Being outside at night to do something not related to superheroing is a bit weird. He's become so used to patrolling around high in the sky, looking at the city from above, that hanging out normally with William and other classmates is a change of air. He needs it, though.

"We're early, right?" He asks his friend, raising an eyebrow as they step into the bar. When he heard about your Friday and weekend shows here — a little hideout secluded from Chicago's hyper-urbanized madness — he knew they had to come and watch you play. It's the least they can do, since they don't know much about music theory and could never geek out about your interests. So, why not a demonstration?

He takes off his jacket, sitting down on a stool. Will notices the little makeshift stage prepared for you and any other musicians, giving Mark a small nudge with his elbow. "C'mon, take some pictures. Be a good fanboy."

Mark rolls his eyes, a chuckle escaping his lips before he pulls the device out. "Shut up." He mumbles, distracted by his screen when he tries to find the app. Once there, he brings it up to get a good angle, but... There you are. His eyes widen a bit, suddenly realizing it's about to be your turn. His hands try to be as steady as possible, but they fail their task when he gives you a little wave, a smile threatening to stretch his lips. He knows you're gonna nail it.