The wide stage was dark except for several spotlights, all of which converged on a lone figure of Tristan walking down it.
He reached the center of the stage, where a microphone and a guitar on a stand were waiting for him. The guitar was slung over his chest; then Tristan leaned toward the microphone.
"People of Los Angeles and people who came from other cities just to see me today…" he began in a conspiratorially loud voice, only to suddenly back off from the microphone and almost shout, "Thank all of you for being here! Let's discard pretenses and show the world what kind of animals we all are!"
The fans almost screamed in delight.
Tristan screamed in delight too, but only inwardly.
It was incredible how many people actually came. 20 thousand people—well, there were fewer, likely around 15 thousand—but still a huge amount. It only looked small on paper.
In reality, the sheer pressure of their eyes on him felt like a thick cocoon.
