The five men reached the stage a few minutes later and the crowd was still in an uproar. Greg removed the microphone from the stand and waited a few more minutes for the crowd to quiet down a bit. Beth didn't know how to react when she recognized two of the band members. On Greg's left stood Warrick, and on his right stood Nick. She was unsure as to who the other two members were, but she was sure she would know them soon enough. As she was laughing to herself, the crowd quieted enough for Greg to speak. "Well, it seems as though you guys remember us. That's good, considering that we own the place. Now, I gotta ask this one question. What is it you guys like about us so much?" Greg looked at his fellow band members, searching for an answer. All he got were shrugs. "I mean, we're old, Alan doesn't shower, Tim's going bald, I'm married, Nick and Warrick… well, they're just Nick and Warrick, enough said." Greg was laughing as he introduced his fellow band members by insulting them. The crowd roared even louder than before in response to Greg's introduction. Beth noted that he was just kidding; all five of the men were rather good-looking. "Okay, okay, so maybe we are getting old, I mean 28 is really up there in years, and maybe we're no longer the sex symbols that we once were, except for maybe me." At this comment, Nick and Warrick loomed over the small chemist and he shrieked. "Guys, I was just kidding. Please let me live. You can't play too many songs without the drummer. Now I say we put this behind us and play!" With that, Greg and the others made their way to their respective instruments. Greg shut off the wireless microphone and placed in his back pocket as he made his way toward his drum set. Warrick turned and headed toward the keyboard, and Nick made his way off stage, only to return with a bass guitar. Alan picked up an electric guitar and made some adjustments to his amp. And Tim picked up a third guitar and set up in front of a microphone.
As AFIS started to play, Beth could only watch in amazement. They were awesome. She classified them as a sort of punk rock band. The sounds of the guitars, drums, and keyboard blended into an incredible combination. Their beat was irresistible and their lyrics were filled with humorous approaches to anything and everything. Beth found herself unable to sit. She stood up and made her way into the crowd that was dancing directly in front of the stage. She found herself dancing to the music and getting lost in its rhythm. She was only vaguely conscious of the lyrics, but she was having so much fun that it didn't seem to matter. The band played a few more songs and everyone was having an incredible time as AFIS played away. She had no idea that Greg, Nick, and Warrick were in a band. She knew that Warrick played the piano, but Greg and Nick had kept their secrets well.
When the fifth song ended, the crowd once again began to cheer as loud as possible. Greg rose from his drum set and pulled the cordless microphone out of his back pocket. He turned it on and began to speak when the audience finally quieted down. "Well, it seems as though you guys approve. This is good considering that I would personally have to escort you out if you didn't. But right now, I have something that I want to do. And I'm sure that you guys won't have a problem with it, and if you do, you can bring any issues to my good friend Frank. I would like to share a dance with my best friend and loving wife, Beth. I have asked the guys up here if they can handle playing a slow song for once, and they said that they would give it a try. Let's give these guys a real round of applause." The crowd responded to Greg's prompting by once again cheering as loud as they could.
Greg shut the microphone off and returned it to his pocket. As he headed off stage, Alan put his guitar down and settled himself into Greg's drum set. Greg walked down the stairs leading to the dance floor and as he did, the lights began to dim and the room was filled with a surreal light. The crowd that surrounded Beth quickly stepped away, leaving her in a circle of open space. Greg approached her and took her hand.
"Would you care to dance?"
Beth could only nod her head. As he put his arms around her waist, the band began to play. She placed her arms around Greg's neck and pressed herself against him. She could find no words that could express her love for him. Tears brimmed in her eyes as she thought of the man who loved her enough to do all of this for her.
The crowd had moved out of the way and was watching reverently as their beloved and eccentric emcee danced with the girl of his dreams. A few couples had begun to slow dance, but for the most part, those present simply watched Beth and Greg dance.
When the song was over, Greg leaned in and kissed Beth. This elicited a few whistles from the kids in the crowd. When the kiss ended, the crowd broke into applause. There was not a whole lot of screaming and yelling, just clapping, and the occasional holler. Beth and Greg took a bow before their audience, and Greg led his wife back up to the stage with him.