But, I Can't Sing

The man taps on the shoulder of the guys next to him and explains that you want to crowd surf. You give them a friendly smile and they motion you closer. Together they hoist you up and onto the frenzied hands of the crowd. It's an odd experience and suddenly you're moving. Hands shove and grab and push and every part of you is jostled, lights flash and you can feel the vibrations from the speakers. It's exactly like you imagined. The stage looms ahead of you and Ramos, Sleeping Giant's screamer, gives you a sinister smile as his stage makeup runs down his face and suddenly you're being lifted out of the crowd and into the hands of a burly security guard.
Standing on the strip between the stage and crowd Ramos begins the last verse of the song, and you scream along with him when suddenly he's standing in front of you and the microphone is in your face. You know this verse so well and he beckons for you to scream.
You...