Clark’s favorite band of all time, was The Mighty Crabjoys. They were popular, sure, and Lois didn’t like them, that was okay. Clark liked them. He even had a poster of the band in his bedroom. He had always been a fan.

Superman couldn’t just go see a band. But at the same time, who would let boring Journalist Clark Kent into an exclusive event? It was the end of their tour, and it was ending in Metropolis. It was like fate. Or very good luck.

The show had just started, and oh, hearing it live brought tears to Clark’s eyes. Not just because he teared up easily. He sat on a rooftop in his Superman costume, figuring the security wouldn’t care if Superman was there- he was Superman after all.

Though, maybe it wasn’t good to use his status to get away with things civilians couldn’t. Clark sighed, realizing that this wasn’t very ethical to do. So he stood, ready to leave. “Look, Superman!” Someone from the audience yelled. He quickly became a subject of attention. The band seemed to notice, and began waving him over. Or were they shooing him away? Probably not.

Clark flew over near the stage, off to the side. What was going to happen? Would he meet the band? Be banned for life? Be bombarded by civilians? Lectured by security? Clark felt his stomach turn.