A Taste of Collaboration | Josh Dun | Jordan Fish | Charlotte Vega

7 - The Day When Jumpsuit Covered Me

As The Story So Far finished their performance, Parker grabbed the mic, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "Don't go anywhere, folks! We've got one more band for you, and trust me, you do not want to miss this."

The crowd buzzed with curiosity. Most of the local bands had already performed, and the event poster hadn't mentioned any headliner. Parker's grin only added to the mystery. "This next band didn't make it to the poster, but I promise you—this is gonna blow your mind. So stick around!"

As the crowd murmured with anticipation, the crew from Twenty One Pilots quickly took the stage. They moved with practiced precision, switching out The Story So Far's equipment with their own. Speakers were adjusted, mics tested, and drum kits swapped out in record time.

Josh chuckled. "They've got it down to a science. Watch how fast they set everything up."

Helen, standing near Josh, noticed the shift in energy. The speed and professionalism of the crew had even Parker and his bandmates wide-eyed. "Whoa, this is crazy," one of them whispered, clearly freaking out in excitement as they watched.

The lights on the stage dimmed, casting a mysterious hush over the crowd. Anticipation thickened in the air, and eyes darted toward the stage, hoping to catch a glimpse of something familiar. The drum set was covered with a black fabric, hiding the symbol everyone was eager to see.

Josh turned to Helen and Jordan, an excited but nervous energy in his voice. "Well, I guess it's time for me to go. Wish me luck."

"Good luck!" Helen said with a smile.

While Jordan gave Josh a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "You got this!"

As Josh left his café booth, his employees cheered him on, shouting wishes of good luck.

"Let's bet a fifty that Josh will take off his shirt during his performance," Mingyu said to Devin as he watched his boss walk away.

"Of course he will take it off," Devin replied.

"You should bet on the opposite; I bet that he will," Mingyu insisted.

Devin rolled his eyes, realizing he had to deal with Mingyu. "Fine."

A big man moved closer to Josh, creating a subtle boundary between him and the growing crowd. He wasn't trying to look like a security guard; he was dressed like an ordinary person enjoying the local creative market. However, the way he commanded space with firm 'move' gestures and the walkie-talkie in his hand to coordinate with his team made it obvious that he was there to clear a path.

The crowd began to buzz with speculation. As they saw Josh walking toward the stage, whispers rippled through the audience. Could it really be Twenty One Pilots? All eyes searched for Tyler, but so far, only Josh was visible.

"I think I should go back to my booth. I'll enjoy Josh's performance from there," Helen said to Jordan.

"C'mon," Jordan replied, grabbing Helen's hand. He guided her through the crowd, following the big man and Josh as they made their way to the stage. "You'll get this experience once in a lifetime. You don't want to miss this opportunity, do you?"

Helen's heart raced as she moved through the mass of people, feeling like she was part of something special. Walking behind Josh with Jordan beside her, it felt like she was someone important, getting an inside pass to this extraordinary moment. It was an experience she knew she'd never forget.

They stood right beside the stage, ready to watch the Twenty One Pilots performance from an exclusive vantage point that only a few people were permitted to access. It offered a fantastic view of the band and the excited crowd.