Chop chop chop chop-
"You've got to be kidding me," Grace whispered as she and all the other audience members looked up at the large black helicopter that was hovering above the stage with its spotlight pointed directly at it.
Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa~
As Carlos's distinct voice sang the words this time, the electric guitar grew even louder, and the audience watched as he was carefully lowered onto the stage by the wire and vest harness he wore.
The moment Carlos landed, he quickly unhooked himself from the wire cable that retracted back up to the helicopter before posing next to Mathew, who landed with a neat flip not too far from him.
When his warm brown eyes peered at the audience, numerous screams sounded out.
"You're telling me they have the budget for a helicopter? Since when?" Rachel screamed in excitement, her eyes opened as wide as possible to see who would be coming down next.
She wasn't the only one.
