Fitz was in his element. This was his thing. His adoring public was waiting, there would be screaming fans, and he had his own guitar.

He cleared his throat and started to play. Oh, he was badass.

"There must be some kinda way outta here, said the Joker to the Thief
There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth."