Ben Foster
When the instrument's song halted, Ben had relaxed so much that he was on verge of slipping into a slumber. If anyone would ask him what he thought of the girl's performance he probably would leave out any opinion on the visual aspects. As he shifted between the realm of consciousness and sleep, he briefly hoped no would notice, it'd be quite embarrassing if he would to be called out twice in one day. Ben faintly heard the audience's claps and cheers, but he fully felt a person's fingers flick him in the head. With that jolting his senses he also heard the murmur that the man sitting next to him had spewed, probably thinking Ben was too much of an idiot to have heard. "F**king idiot..., sleep on your own time."
Ben threw a glance at him, but the man didn't notice, his attention probably reverted back to the stage. A little bit of annoyance rose in Ben, obviously the situation itself didn't look good, but it wasn't like he was bored out of his wits, and there was no need for such harshness. Of course such a man quick to judge would never come to such a conclusion. Ben's own thoughts were a bit clouded at the moment, no man, or woman, with sense would probably ever come to that conclusion. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down, and straightened up, conscious to the fact that if he leaned back he may have another dance with sleep.
As the applause died down, the girls announced that a guest performer would be performing a tribute song to the three legendary beasts in only a matter of seconds. And on a violin as well, it would be an interesting performance.
A bit of disappointment swept over him when he heard that the performance would not be happening, but once he realized that Eusine would be taking the stage now, it no longer mattered as much. After his second introduction, Ben was in the process of raising hand, although a bit hesitantly. He quickly retracted it when he saw the female figure rise from the seats a far bit in front of him. She it seemed, was not one for subtleness. Within a few seconds of her sharing her tidbit of information, a Glaceon accompanied by a trainer rushed onto the stage, disappearing into the backroom. Ben didn't even get to register what had happened before a parade of pidgey burst through the ceiling, looking none too happy as well.
The crowd reacted so quickly and in such panic that Ben was almost flipped off his chair as people scrambled about. People were screaming and blindlessly running towards the exit, knocking chairs and other fellow audience members over. Getting up, Ben immediately found himself being slightly moved around in the reckless crowd of people. He could see other trainers release their own pokemon to combat the pidgey, for a second he even thought of joining in on the action but then he noticed that the Kimono Girls were trying their best to safely escort people out of the theatre. He thought he might as well help out, seeing as he was already in the thick of it all. He tried his best to calm the crowd around him, trying to get them to move in a civilized manner. They didn't listen, being a bit too preoccupied with their own lives, which to be quite honest weren't at much risk from a flock of birds. He looked over to his sides, incase anyone had been lost within the ongoing madness.
Cradled up against the right wall of the theatre was a little boy who was terrified of the chaos running amuck. It annoyed Ben that a child was just left alone, especially in a time like this. He made his way over to him, slightly shoving others out the way if it was necessary. When he finally made his way over there, his hair band had somehow been ripped out, causing his hair to fall down to its shoulder length style. He leaned down and said some comforting words to the boy in the softest voice he could achieve without sounding like a horrific actor as he picked him up. Ben held the boy tight and secure against his shoulder, making sure no one would accidently hit him as he made his way out. Although the kid was still scared, he had definitely eased up a bit as he began to wipe the tears away from his face, his hand even accidentally brushing against Ben's check, causing some of the water to transfer to his face now.
The boy even giggled a tiny bit once they made it out of the damn place, realizing what he had done to Ben. "Aw crap kid, that's gross!" Ben smiled a bit, but then made the face you usually make when you hear a horrific sort of noise. Only a worried mother's shriek...
He put the kid down once he recovered from the uncomfortable sound and watched as his mother ran to him and probably squeezed whatever fear was left in him, right out. She then, still feeling rather emotional from being separated from her son, tried to thank him. Given her current condition and stutter from her crying, it was an insanely awkward and uncomfortable situation for Ben. Normally he wouldn't care too much, this was just something else. It went on for quite a bit, from Ben's perspective, it probably seemed like ages.
By now, it seemed everyone had been evacuated, except for maybe the trainers who stayed behind to fight off the pidgey. He thought of perhaps going back to join them, but he doubted the fight was still going on, but anything would be better than this little non progressing "conversation." Like an answer to his prayers, he suddenly heard someone shouting within the theatre, although it was faint he could definitely tell there was a fair deal of anger behind it. This indeed was a good excuse to get the hell out of here.
"Hey, uhh," he motioned his head back towards the theatre, "I heard something back there so I'm going to check it out, by the way, you and your son take care!" Ben tried to force some sort of smile, but he wasn't even sure she had seen it as he turned away in a flash. Once he was within a person's body distance of the theatre, he slowed down the pace, casually walking into the building, knowing whatever was going on inside was probably better than what was happening outside.