Jack was behind the stage patting out a beat on his leg as he sat on a worn old chair. He had done gigs before, some smaller, some the same size but he had been a teen then and everybody clapped because they were still kids really. Tonight would be different, he wouldn't be a man behind the scenes who just picked music for the 'fun hour'. He would be the icon and he was not going to screw this up. Normally he dealt well with pressure and he felt no different now, he was ready and had been since their manager had announced the gig. He had spent most of the night going over the songs in his head and out loud, to the annoyance of his room mate, even though he knew the songs well. Getting out of the chair he walked onto the stage as Drake was rigging up his amps.

"It's gunna be a good night, eh? I can already see the peoples faces. Of course I would say good luck but I know you don't need it."

Jack winked as he spoke.

"Anyways, how are the others doing, I would have thought they would setting up their gear by now. One thing I like about singing, nothing to set up."