The guitars whine, the drums beat, and when the vocalist shouts Jaylah shouts with it, utterly at home and thrilling in the aggressive tempo and harsh chords blaring over the speakers. There are people stopping now, turning to ask what in creation is playing but Jaylah pays them no mind.

She jumps in place to the music, long hair whipping back and forth with the most aggressive nodding anyone has ever done to approve of anything. In time with the beats. Which means fast.

"Now, you!" She shouts over the words to be heard. Encouraging, thrilled. Jaylah is living right now.