Bad day to good day to worse day
Nobody stopped Tristan—now Tristan Gemello again—as he returned to his place in the VIP seats. On the stage, Nelson was on the last songs from the album.
Tristan had missed a lot of the performances, but his absence wasn't noticed, and this was the most important part.
For Nelson's last song, the smoke generators on the stage were turned on to the fullest. By the end, there was enough smoke that Nelson could walk into it and disappear like a dream.
The cheering of the audience showed they loved this grand finale, even if the smoke must've made people in the front rows pretty uncomfortable.
'Nel is good at using the stage effects… But this, I think, was really skirting on the edge of acceptable fire security of the place.' Tristan let out a breath and shook his head. 'This isn't an open ground.'
The overhead lights turned on, and the ventilation was working hard to clean the air.
The show was over, and nothing exploded. But it could've.