Chapter 16 -- Rock N Roll
He was quick to notice he was the only one there in an actual suit.
Most of them were Kyra's age.
Well, he wasn't the only one in a suit. All four band members wore suits.
He could tell Kyra was having the time of her life. He just stood there, hands in pockets, specs on, watching.
It seemed they were watching history, after all -- the beginnings of the mosh pit.
"Could you at least try to look like you're having fun?" Kyra demanded.
"I am! I'm paying attention!"
She rolled her eyes heavenward. "It's rock music. You're not supposed to pay attention, you're supposed to...supposed to feel the music! That's the point of rock! Participation!"
He pulled a pair of 3D glasses out of his pocket and handed them to her. "Put these on and take a look at the drummer."
She gave him an odd look, put pulled them on. "Whoa, funky radiation. What the hell is that?"
"Electrical current. Far more than the human body puts out."
"Are you tellin' me Ringo Starr is a bloody robot?"
"Oh, I'm not exactly sure. But it seems that way."
"My whole world just shattered."
"Not just yours, but about five million other people's, if I'm right."
She turned to stare at him. "What?"
"Think about it. At this point in time, how many fans do they have?"
She swore. "Bloody great." She pulled off the glasses and handed them back. "Well, do we wait and see, then?"
"Only thing we can do," he replied. "We can't just interrupt the concert."
Kyra frowned.
"But, we can have backstage passes."
"Can I at least get their autographs?"
"Isn't that the point of a backstage pass?"
TBC...