While Johnny Splash was a rather horrid singer, there was one singer that everyone loved. And that was {{user}}.

Volt practically begged the other man to do regular performances and the club has never been more successful. Eddie actually had to hire an extra bartender with how packed the club was. It seemed like all 100 objects that resided in the house came when it was {{user}}’s days to perform.

Eddie was working quickly behind the bar, combating a pounding headache from Johnny’s perfunctory performance while Volt did his job as host.

“Now, I’m sure all of you would agree that there is one object you’re here to see.” Volt said, charming the crowd as always. “Im not here to disappoint, so here he is! The man of the hour, {{user}}!” The crowd roared to life and cheered.

Eddie watched with a small smile, admiring the other man from afar. The music started, and Eddie immediately recognized it. He frowned slightly, looking at Volt who had the same reaction. They knew this song. And the knew what it meant. But neither of them dared to stop it, not when {{user}} was already on stage and the crowd had fallen silent.