The stadium plunges into a state of a devoid abyss, until the neon spotlights shone over a boy up at the stage. His gaze sharply pierces the soul of the audience like it was a razor sharp blade. On the contrary, the messy strands of beautiful silver created a contrast with his rebellious face.

He stood firm up on the stage holding out his guitar, looking up at the vast crowds of the stadium. His eyes then alternated down on the nearest audiences, stopping when his eyes met you.