Baelik had been sitting near by enjoying (well, sort of) his good, old fashioned school hot dog enjoying the music. He turned to watch Landon as he played, softly singing the lyrics under his breath. He rested his cheek on his hand, white-blond hair falling over his shoulder, as he smiled and watched the performance.

Once Landon started moving on to his next song Baelik got up and threw his trash away. On the way back to his seat he pulled a $10 bill out of his wallet and set it in his guitar case.