Lost. That's how I felt as I returned to my shift with Mr. Simmons. The night passed like a blur, and before I knew it, the concert was already ongoing. I could hear the crowd from my station, and the walls vibrated from the heavy bass of the music being blasted over the stadium.
Since all the food was already prepared, I could leave work. My feet carried me to the staff entrance that led towards the venue proper, where the Monarch's Hymn was performing. From where I was standing, I could see the people jumping with the song's rhythm, their voices battling each other as they screamed out their excitement.
Up on the stage, Keelan looked to be right where he belongs. Wearing a three-piece suit and holding a bass guitar, his words serenaded everyone. A hint of tattoos peeked from his presse
