The booming hurrah of a live show is really something to see. There was the pre show tension, the smell of drugs and sweat. Anticipation was on a level of high that most teens and twenty somethings had been holding in all week. Barton looked on all this with a smile and a grimace as he drowned himself in a plastic cup of beer. He was here with the sprout to see some sing and dance mutant show. Was the Pearl Jam concerts in his day this bright? Well, it could be worse. She could have wanted to go see Hannah Montana for her birthday. That was popular with girls her age, right? Regardless, the two were just about to start looking for a seat. They'd gotten some drinks and snacks and were waiting around for the next move. Despite his ill ease with most teens, he really wanted the sprout to have a blast here. Uncle Barton would see to that. "So, where do you want to sit?"