so.... You're a superhero???

The crowds energy was pumping, the loud roar of squealing fans made it hard to concentrate on the lyrics, luckily for me though, Jimmy kept his beat steady and strong.
We had a crowd of about 20,000 tonight, not a bad day considering the size of the venue.

The setting sun flicked its last bursts of light as a sky glowing with pink and orange faded on the horizon behind us.
The weather was perfect, I looked up towards the sky and let out a bellowing roar, the fans screamed along with me as Syn played the intro to the beast and the harlot.

I turned to my right where Zacky was strumming the crap out of his guitar, he smiled at me and sprinted to Syn's end of the stage were they high fived and harmonized together during the next verse. Syn and Zack could always put on a show, most bands wouldn't fuck around on stage half as much as these two, but hey the fans adore them for it and it can be hilarious to watch.

I looked over at Jimmy who stared straight out into the crowd like a lion hunting its prey. This was the only time he would ever stay in one spot for longer than five minutes.
When I looked harder though I noticed him looking beyond the screaming girls and drunken guys, his gaze was locked with someone in the sound booth. Most likely the drum tech, though I hadn't noticed anything sounding off.

"ARE YOU STILL OUT THERE PIKEVILE?!" I yelled out to the sea of people.

The crowd screamed raising devil horns in the air as I pumped my fist to the beat.
Beers, bras and even phones flew through the air as the mayhem took over.

Zacky retuned to his own mic as we prepared for our final song for the night, an oldie but a goodie as Jimmy called it.

"Ready for a hard one?" I heard Johnny's voice in my head, the guys all looked over and nodded to one another and as the ending of the beast and the harlot approached I stood on one of the amplifiers and raised both of my arms in the air.

"I want to see a circle pit for this one Pikeville!"
Syn and Zacky changed guitars during my crowd control and the intro for Burn It Down began.
The crowd obeyed my commands like they were given a life or death choice.

A giant circle opened up in the middle of the sea, people running around and around bumping into each other, a few fell but were soon picked up again by their fellow concert goers. Its always an amazing sight and I looked on with a beaming grin.

We had some pryo left for this particular song, just as something special for some of our most dedicated fans. The flames flickered up from the jets in giant orange bursts, two on either side of the stage and one directly behind Jimmys kit.

I smiled because I personally love this song, it fills me with energy, and I flexed my arms making my strength flow through out my body.

" I can't trust anyone, see it in my eyes" Zacky and I sang in unisen.

The heat from one of the jets made my eyes water it was incredibly hot, we had been told not to get too close, because, well you know, fire.

Id lightly knocked the jet cable with my foot but it seemed like it hadn't really budged so i continued on with the last verse.

I grabbed my bottle of water and emptied the contents over my head before throwing the rest into the crowd.

I shook it off and continued to sing the last of the song when i noticed something odd.

The crew and centre staff yelled at the crowd to get back, panic was written all over their faces as they moved to the back of the field while the bery brothers made for the fire extinguishers.

Syn pulled me back by the collar on my shirt as a piece of flaming curtain fell onto the stage where i had been standing. Embers lifted into the sky from where zacky would normally be positioned.


"Everyone ok?" Johnny said inside my head, i could hear the others responding to him.
"Where's Zac?" syn shouted in his mind, he looked around the stage to the fireball that was Zacky's mic, his guitar lay on the stage the stickers melting from the intense heat.

"I'm alright, just had to phase through the stage at the last second" Zacky coughed.

Zacky kicked a panel of wood out from under the stage and stepped out brushing cob webs and dust from his shirt while jogging over to me and the others.

"Shads look!" Johnny pointed out into the pit area where the crowd had evacuated, everyone except one girl who cradled her ankle, her eyes were as wide as the moon above us, they fixated on the towering inferno before her.

The giant death bat stage prop creaked above us as the flames crawled up the secured ropes that kept it in the air. The smoke made it hard to see how bad it was, but the sound of ropes snapping didn't give me a good feeling.

"Matt we have to do something, its not going to hold!" yelled Syn.

Notes

Everyone loves a hero right?