This guy has caught Marty's eye plenty of times this night. He saw him a few times on the stage, and yeah, this guy was pretty damn talented! Marty wished he could say that was the reason why he kept drawing attention, but that wasn't it. Or at least, that was his opinion.

This tour has been absolutely exhausting. Marty could barely keep his eyes open after a few hours of this, let alone anything else. The crowds were overwhelming, the effort needed from all of the musicians was absolutely ridiculous. Slowly but surely, things were starting to grate on his nerves.

But this guy over here? He was absolutely lit. He didn't seem to be tired at all.

He doesn't want to think that drugs are a part of it; nobody in his band uses anything, as as far as he knows, nobody else does either. Maybe whoever this is, is seriously pumping the coffee. Marty needs to get his hands on some of that stuff.

"You not tired yet?" He'll call to Shin over the music. Marty doesn't really notice the bags settled under Shin's eyes until he already asks.