"30 seconds to curtain!" The stage manager calls out. "Knock 'em dead."

"Is Frankie here?" You ask as an assistant hands you your guitar.

"Yup, front row. We offered him a backstage pass, but he wanted to experience it "the way it was meant to"." The stage manager does air quotes.

You smile to yourself a little as you climb the stairs to the stage and approach the mic.

"What the fuck is up, San Antonio!"