The response is near religious. Hands rise, and feet shuffle to a stop. One purple glow stick is surrounded by many more, like a slow burst of fireworks smearing crobar with tracers of ultraviolet. Applause breaks out in the pause. As the anticipation mounts, lightning flashes above. Maas braces for the money shot and adjusts his headphones.
"Been watching you," the vocals slur. "Been watching you for a long time."