warner would have never been here if it hadn’t been for kishimoto and juliette dragging him out in the heat. but here he was, watching one of kenji’s self proclaimed friends perform on stage.

the crowd loved her, screaming the lyrics, chanting her name. she was pretty no doubt, but he didn’t understand the hype of concerts.

“we have backstage tickets, by the way.” kenji yelled into warner’s ear.