Girls were heard screaming from far away, the sound of the bass pumping through everyone's chests, the beat too intoxicating to ignore.
In the street a huge stage was setup, lights blinding those daring to stand upon the black platform with a huge poster at the back, hiding those important enough to know the talented musicians on the stage, and to project said musicians.
Security guards in their big yellow coats staged a few meters apart, all around the stage, an exulting way of keeping all unwanted persons off the stage and off the performers.
The three boys were singing their hearts out and the crowd loved every second in their presence, the singer one in the middle had longish straightened brown-black hair and had a tambourine bashing rhythmically against his thigh and his sultry voice singing into the microphone in his hand.
The brown curly-haired boy to his right was singing into a microphone on a stand and was skillfully playing the guitar.
The young adult to the boy's left was playing his guitar and singing back-up, with a slight frown on his face.
Jason Gray loved his position in the band with his brothers, the tours, the fans and the time he gets to spend with his family, but halfway between the song he was playing, 'I Am What I Am', he realized he didn't his fair share in the band. Sure he never complained before, but he never really daydreamed during a performance until the start of the performance.
He snapped back to reality when the songs finished and realized he knew the songs so well he could play guitar in his sleep, so he continued daydreaming.