The opening riff concluded, Rod hauled the microphone close and growled the lyrics to the excited crowd.
On and on, all night long
We’ll rock your night, just come along.
It was different playing your own music. Kit found himself analyzing the tune, finding a place where Brian’s rhythm could shift to a higher octave, a spot where Chris might toss in a few extra licks on lead. He really liked the way the drums laid down a steady backbeat, and modulated into an F key for a few licks of his own. He never seemed to finish tinkering with a song, even when the audience obviously approved of the thing. He was happy the rest of the band let him do his thing, too, instead of insisting the songs be played exactly the same with every performance.