The gymnasium was quite large. It was hard to imagine that one day, it could be packed with people. They could be dancing around, talking, and there would be someone on the stage drowning out the screams and spoken words with their music. Someone could be standing right on the corner of that stage, screaming out their life into one little microphone for the rest of the world to hear. It was crazy just thinking about that simple possibility. That somebody could be anyone. That someone could be him. That somebody could be Seven.

He wasn't sure what attracted himself to places like this. It was so open and it looked like it was rarelt used, but he felt maybe it was the desire to stand on that stage before a large crowd that were screaming his name. He could be the someone that everyone wanted to know. He could be like Aerosmith, everyone knew the band's name, they were so famous and loved. Seven didn't know a single person that could keep a straight face saying something like "Aerosmith sucks," or "Never heard of them". One day, Seven wanted to be like Steven Tyler... minus the falling off of stages due to being inder any influence. The world was a stage without a script. Or at least, Seven liked it better when there was no script. Everything felt so much more real, if it was fresh. He closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath as he let himself imagine being surrounded by a crowd of people who were ready for his show.