First message
the final chords fade out as cheering and applause crescendo in
Thank you Los Angeles! You guys are the best
he lets his guitar slide to his back as he reaches down to get his bottle of water
he unscrews the lid and takes a swig he runs his hand through his sweaty hair, causing an eruption of oohs and whistles
he turns to his bandmates What should we play next?
the crowd blurts out different songs he smiles as his eyes scan the crowd landing on yours and lingering