Another rant, how I would deal with haters if I was in a band. All music is not mine, normally bvb.

I sat on the raised drum stand as I sang,

"So goodbye agony. Goodbye Agony."

I finished, jumping down from my seat. I took a drink before speaking. "So, who here is enjoying themselves?"

The roar was deafening and took over all of my senses. I smiled before I heard something that made me frown. "She can't even sing." I grabbed my kic stand and hopped up on the raised platform that was at the front of the stage.

"Yo, who said that I can't sing? Cause some idiot shouted it." I growled into the mic. I spotted a guy standing to the right with a frown on his face and a shine of acknowledgement in his eyes. "I take it that it was you." I pointed at him. He seemed to be surprised that I had noticed him. "You think I can't sing? Come show me how to then. Because I am the headliner for a concert and you're standing there dissatisfied with my preformance that you paid to be here for, just to what criticize me? So get up here and sing!" I yelled, throwing my water bottle so it hit just left of his head, soaking him. The crowd was going wild and the dude got a look of shame on his face.

"Do you like my music?" I demanded. He seemed to nod slightly so I continued. "You like my music, the songs that I have written and sing yet you yell in the middle of my concert, our concert," I gestured to the rest of the band, "That I can't sing. You must be really stupid because what if one of the fans decided to do something? What if I decide to have you escorted out? Then you lose the seventy something dollars you spent on the ticket and get super embarassed. Yeah real smart."

I turned back to the crowd. "Now, this is a cover of All Time Low. It's called 'Damned if I Do Ya." I yelled as the familiar guitars started up again.