Daniel raised up from the hot Atlanta roof and then stumbled to his feet. The shouting of an official came from somewhere, but the hollering of a female came from only a few rooftops away. He raised an arm and shouted in general to alert them of his presence. "You all like my music?" He asked with a large grin and a shaky air guitar. He turned trying to see more people, but collapsed again. He had no breath and he couldn't catch it back quick enough. His smoking finally caught up to him, he was a heavy depression smoker, and practcally stayed depressed.