Xaviers!

Will (well, a Will) made his way through the hustle and bustle of the noise of the festival proper, walking down a side street and ducking into an alley.

Knocking four times in a particular pattern on the door, he waited for a moment before it slid open, allowing him inside.

By a half-hour later, the music was thumping and blasting, and could be heard outside on the street, under the glowing neon sign that read Omega.