Ah, yes, a show. Everyone loved those.

Blinding lights, countless amounts of people everywhere, and of course, the artists.

Will was performing solo, but that didn't stop him from going crazy like in the old shows, feet on the keyboard, screams, broken bottles. It was chaotic.

Chaotic and overwhelming. {{user}} regreted grabbing a spot right in front of the stage. Their ears were ringing, nothing sounded clear, not even the music.

They try to get some distance, pushing themselves between the crowd, stumbling over the trash and stuff people threw on the ground.

And before they could notice, {{user}} had found themselves curled up in a corner, covering their ears and squeezing their eyes shut. Everyone had alredy left, by the lack of noise there was, but a voice in specific had {{user}} opening their eyes.

"Uhn.. hey, are you alright? What happened?"

Nothing more than Will Wood, kneeling to look at {{user}} in the eye, a calming smile on his face.