Kiss Me Through the Window (Perrentes)

Signal the Sirens, Rally the Troops, Ladies & Gentlemen It's the Moment of Truth

~Mike's POV~

'San Diego! How are you all?' My brother yells into the microphone. We've just finished playing May These Noises Startle You in Your Tonight, Hell Above and A Match into Water. I'm fixing my cymbals while Vic talks to the crowd. I'm already drenched in sweat and the lights are beginning to annoy me. 

'Without these three motherfuckers, I would not be standing here! Put your hand in the air if music has saved your life!' Vic shouts, Tony and him throwing their clenched hands up into the air as high as they can go. Most of the crowd copies them, and it breaks my heart. Why would these kids feel so low that they would want to end their life? I skip out a short beat to follow his words.

'Now, how about we start partying! Put your hands up!' Jaime shouts, then realises this is redundant. 'I mean... woo!' The crowd starts laughing at Jaime, while Vic just stares at him, giving him a what the fuck? look. Tony just shakes his head and puts one hand behind his back, motioning for me to start playing. I tap my sticks four times over my head and play the intro, Tony joining in. It takes Jaime and Vic a while to get with the program, and we have to play the intro three times over. I don't really mind because it's basically playing the song the whole way through, but Tony gets a bit confused and mucks up when we go back to the start. We finally get into the groove of things and Vic croons into the microphone, making half of our female audience swoon. I roll my eyes and bash away at the snare.

'Can we create something beautiful and destroy it?!' The crowd shrieks, yelling out at the top of their lungs. Vic beckons at them to continue singing, and he joins in with them, 'Nobody knows I dream about it, this is my imagination.' Jaime starts screaming into his mic, while Vic sings along, 'If every living thing dies alone, what am I doing here?!' Jaime backs off and he and Tony walk over to each other, preparing for the next song. Vic finishes off the song,

'What am I doing here? What am I doing here?' As he sings the second last line, he holds the mic out to the crowd. 'Oh NO!' They yell.

'You guys are fucking awesome!' I yell into Jaime's mic, which he was kind enough to bring over here. Everybody stops and stares at me. I hardly ever talk at shows, but who cares? I like mixing it up. I saw multiple fangirls pulling out their phones and recording this. I chuckle at them, and everybody starts yelling. 

'I'll have that back now,' Jaime says, plucking the mic from my hands. 

'What? No fair man.' I say, and everyone catches it. 

'Yo, Mikey, you have a microphone over every single drum. Use them.' I lean down and find where there's roughly three mics close together. 

'Like this?' I ask, nearly bursting everyone's ear drums. Jaime winces.

'No, no, not like that at all.'

Tony pipes up. 'How do you expect him to use 'em then?' 

I tap out a few more rhythms to follow his words, while Vic plucks at his guitar.

Jaime points at me, 'Like that. For yo drums.' I roll my eyes again and laugh. A microphone was moved and now everyone can hear everything I say. The crowd is pumped and feeling fresh over our friendly banter.

'Now, we have a few more songs for you,' I start off. 'How about we stay upbeat for this... BULLETPROOF LOVE!' I screamed the song name and the crowd went wild. 

After Bulletproof Love we went straight into Bulls in the Bronx. Afterwards, Vic and Jaime started talking to the crowd about our Mexican heritage. Tony came over and covered all the mics with his hands and whispered, 

'You're doing great Mikey.' I smiled up at him. 

'You too.' He leant down and gave me a kiss, but unfortunately one of our fans noticed.