He gets through his set and goes through the first encore before winding it all down (oxymoron all his songs have a thumping, bone jarring optimistic sort of uplifting beat to them but, relatively speaking) with his first single. Something he performed in a club forever and EVER ago- Errera, something he danced to and sang to and gave him the idea to try this for real. To make it happen.
And here he is, doing it. Making it happen. "Alright so all of y'all know this one but I'm gonna ask that you hold it till the chorus, awright? Let everyone in the buildings around us think the party's over- then blast 'em with a good time. Good? Great!"
He doesn't think anything of it, jamming his way through the verse, the bridge, only really locking eyes with Carolina on the chorus and- that's an interesting look. It means something- it has to but he's got nothing and he's got the whole crowd eating out of his hands. He has to wrap it up. Hip swivel jump twist and all that crazy, goofy, club dancing he did when he first started and the crowd is right there with him, doing the same, dancing like they don't care all the way to the final refrain. "You've been beautiful tonight, thank you so much for sticking it out with me, and I'll see all of you next year!"
He's sweating, shaking, and half exhausted while floating on a high that no drug or drink can really replicate as he stumbles offstage, right for Carolina. She'll get him out of here.
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And here he is, doing it. Making it happen. "Alright so all of y'all know this one but I'm gonna ask that you hold it till the chorus, awright? Let everyone in the buildings around us think the party's over- then blast 'em with a good time. Good? Great!"
He doesn't think anything of it, jamming his way through the verse, the bridge, only really locking eyes with Carolina on the chorus and- that's an interesting look. It means something- it has to but he's got nothing and he's got the whole crowd eating out of his hands. He has to wrap it up. Hip swivel jump twist and all that crazy, goofy, club dancing he did when he first started and the crowd is right there with him, doing the same, dancing like they don't care all the way to the final refrain. "You've been beautiful tonight, thank you so much for sticking it out with me, and I'll see all of you next year!"
He's sweating, shaking, and half exhausted while floating on a high that no drug or drink can really replicate as he stumbles offstage, right for Carolina. She'll get him out of here.