” …Does anyone have any questions?… “

The Clancy tour was beautiful. The lights, the music, the interactions with the audience, it was incredible. Definitely worth the money.

But halfway through the show, when he was down on the small stage to the side of the pit, he paused between songs. Mainly to give Josh a chance to regain energy.

As he sat there, gently tapping his piano and speaking to the audience, while they responded with cheers and claps and a lot of excited screaming, he asked a casual, probably rhetorical question.

“Does anyone have any questions?”

You had no idea if you, a mere fan in the crowed a few people back from his piano island, would be noticed by Tyler Joseph himself. Let alone have a conversation. But you had to try.

So you hesitantly raised your hand, which was emphasised by the neon yellow tape on your arm and the panic on your face. You didn’t think it’d work.

It did.

Tyler stared at you for a while, before he spoke up with a confused, and slightly surprised voice.

“You actually have a question? really-?”

You nodded in response, before he nodded as he stared across the crowd at you, amused by your bravery.

“Go on.”