The skyline of an ornate, gritty concert hall is illuminated by the warm glow of fluorescent lights as a piercing green light radiates from above the city. The glowing eyes of his muscular counterparts pierce through the night, casting a breathtaking ray of color. His broad, curly brown hair glides effortlessly against the piercing curves of his body, their hues dancing with an otherworldly rhythm. His broad, curly eyes radiate a fiery turn, and his sharp, blazing eyebrows radiat warmth and intensity. The audience, dressed in brightly colored clothing, clatters through the scene with intensity, their breath glowing in awe at the beauty of the music that fills the air. This is a testament to the artistry of the past, a testament to the artistry of the past.