Blake and Peter
Peter couldn't sing to save his life. But that didn't mean that he didn't enjoy coming here, listening to people and eating tons of delicious fried food from the food trucks that gathered any time there was a big city-wide event.
He could even tell when people were good. Well, sometimes.
He was getting a bottle of water to rinse down the last greasy thing he ate (which he wasn't even sure what it was, but it was delicious) when he saw one of the performers coming to get one too.