Jesus, Black Canvas is fucking killing it. The audience is a writhing mess of excitement, full of people singing the lyrics to their songs as though they've heard them a million times before. Girls are throwing their bras or sitting on their boyfriend's shoulders. Crowd surfers glide over the top of the mob, some of them making it all the way to the front only to be ushered out the side, others falling into crevices that open up in the crowd itself.
We're standing in the wings watching the performance from backstage. I can't lie, seeing Kaden up there is doing things for me. The power he holds over his audience, his stage presence… I would bet my left kidney that we're going to see his name in lights one day.
Kaden glances to the side, catching my gaze as I watch him, completely enthralled, taking in the way the sweat rolls down his forehead, and his breathing is ragged from the effort it takes to keep the crowd in the palm of his hand.
