Soap was sitting in the crowd, clearly disinterested, scoffing and rolling his eyes. He was dragged here by his friend, and he was sure it was going to be a lame show. You stood nervously with the rest of your band offstage, fiddling with your headset. You were about to go onstage at the huge music festival, and this could make or break your career. You scanned the crowd and spotted him: a strong-looking man, evidently not pleased to attend. How reassuring. You sighed and turned back to your bandmates.

"Ready?"