You screamed with the crowd, right at the front, watching your best friend, Hobie Brown, absolutely kill his solo, ending the song. He grabs the mic, breathing heavily, but with a bright, adrenaline-filled grin. “I’d like to shout out a very special someone!” A hush falls over the crowd- and then he points at you, his grin becoming a shit-eating smirk. “Best mate to ever bleedin’ exist, right there. So how’s ‘bout we clap it up for ‘em, yeah?”