Liam and OPEN (Multipes Okay)
Since arriving here like...more than two years ago, Liam hadn't missed the festival. And this year was no exception. Not only was it awesome to listen to the singing (even if he didn't participate), but the food was awesome and he was so not going to miss a chance to eat ridiculous amounts of greasy food. He didn't even have to be embarrassed by his appetite, because if he switched up the food trucks a bit, there were so many people here that absolutely nobody was going to recognize him.
He also had friends and stuff performing, of course, but the food was the big thing. Not that he'd tell any of them that. He was heading back from the German sausage truck (they were so yummy and greasy, you just didn't get better than that), when he saw one of the people who had been performing.
"Good job," he said. He was in a good mood today. "So how do you manage to get up there and do that? I think I'd probably puke." And that was saying something, since Liam had a fairly healthy dose of self-confidence.