This moment was perfect. The cheers of the crowd, the spotlights shining in a bright light show, the stage shuddering along with the bass. But he was starting to enjoy it less and less. Was it the piercing screams, the heavier-than-before shaking, the seizure inducing bright lights, or was it the crowd's annoying chanting?
He groaned. "Make it stop…"
But it continued, the shaking getting increasingly annoying, just as the blinding red flashes and the chanting were: "Finn, Finn, Finn, Finn…"
He slowly opened his eyes to see Piper standing over him. She had stopped shaking him now that he was awake, and she looked irritated.
"Finn! There's a group of Talons coming towards us. Hurry up and get dressed! Then meet the rest of us in the hangar."
As soon as she left, the sharpshooter covered his face with a pillow, an attempt to block out the flashing red alarm light.
"But I'm a rockstar." He reasoned, to no one in particular. "I make music, not war."