Devin was focused on the audience. Action. Reaction. Pull them closer, push them away. Rock anthems to ballads to something far more indie and then with a flash of whimsy a number or two of Elvis', Devin-style.

He had the full range of things. Lyrics that throbbed and resonated and were meant to speak to the intellect as well as the heart. And then, just when they thought they couldn't take anymore, he'd slide into something else just to make them want to dance, to watch them dance.

A love song to her. A proposition to him. All part of the act, and he threw himself into it wholeheartedly, pulling more from them than they thought they could feel at something so simple as a concert.