He smiles. The brightness of it matching that of the spotlights aimed at the frail, tired bodies covering the stage.

"Are you okay?" a small whisper, just loud enough for him to hear over the screaming audience.

Of course he was alright. He lived his dream. His friends were by his side. A squeeky smile covered his face as a childlike laughter resonated its way to the boy next to him. A nod assured him that the other understood. Yes. He's alright. He is. Another smile and the boy went back into position as he walked over the stage and waved at his fans, the smile never reaching his eyes.