Klaus looked back at the tent, where the chant of "Al-pen-fest! Al-pen-fest!" was already rising from the crowd demanding an encore. He grinned, his voice a raspy whisper.
Klaus waited for the break. The music cut out abruptly, leaving only the sound of drunken laughter and clinking glass. He leaned toward the microphone, his eyes scanning the rowdy crowd. alpenfest band
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