Whatever the show would bring, Russ knew the songs they were going to go through at least. Music is an art that lives an breaths with the crowd, if they wanted something, the band had to give it to them. To Russ that was the most exiting part. As he watched everyone flow into the establishment, he could see all kinds. Teenagers, housewives, men to tired to stand up but wanted to party anyway, this is what the music was all about. Philosophers can easily talk your ear off about the subject, but to Russ it was plain and simple, music hits the soul.

Taking his mark he plucked a few more tunes until it was time to turn up the amp. Looking out he could see a few people he recognized, and waved to them in kind. Turning to his band he gave them the thumbs down, his personal way of saying break a leg. He wasn't one for superstitions, he simply did it because he found it funny. By far the most fidgety one now was Drake, lord knows that he put a lot of time into getting this show rolling, and here it came to fruition. Russ was ready to please.