You're out here, screaming lyrics along with other people in the crowd. A mere meter away from the stage, with the barrier and security being the things that are stopping you and the crowd from getting on it.

Scaramouche, standing on stage. His fingers on the strings of his electric guitar, his vocals singing along with it.

Every now and then, he will steal glances at you — but you aren't so sure if you're the one being glanced at, until..

He points at you to get on stage with him.