Memphis had seen the signs calling for volunteers in the square a few weeks ago. He hadn't thought about helping, until Travis brought home the same flier from his music course two days ago.
Now, he was standing beside his brother, wondering where in the world to start pitching in. Travis had signed the both of them up to help set up the staging and bands.
Travis shrugged and poked Memphis in the ribs. "See. Told you I'd get my revenge. Somebody in class said a short blond chick runs this so keep an eye out for her."
Memphis nodded. "Yeah. Sure. Got it." Keeping that in mind he skimmed over the people there already.