Barty was getting ready for one of his concerts. He was nervous but knew that everything was gonna be okay, just like always. He could already hear the fans outside, waiting for him to just come out and start the concert. Meanwhile, he was still getting ready. He adjusted his shirt to show off more of his chest while one of the stylists did his hair and makeup. Yup. Makeup. He hated it, but if it was necessary, then so be it. Now, with guitar in hand, he waited for the right moment to come.