"I'm sure they are. Do we, um, do we cheer?" He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do. They were here to support Crowley's friends so maybe they were supposed to but then, no one else seemed to be and he didn't want to make the wrong more. He took the glass and sipped the coke through the straw, surprised at how sweet it was. And such a strange taste too.

He pulled a face, clearly not decided on if he liked it or not. He handed it back to Crowley and faced the stage again. "Are we meant to be like 'hurrah, good show' or anything?"