The large waxing crescent moon hovers over the city but by the energy that intoxicates the crisp December air, you'd swear it was full. The CN Tower is lit up green and red for the holidays. Its reflection, along with the rest of Toronto's skyline, reaches out into the still Lake Ontario that surrounds Sound Academy, the venue tucked away along the water's edge, where a massive crowd of hundreds line up in the cold. Some are shivering. Some are warmed by the bottles they're chugging in line. It's a long stuffy wait, but inside the venue proves even less spacious. There are 3000 people past the heavy security and heavy doors. They're Toronto's Future Hive and they've come to see Nayvadius Wilburn - Future Hendrix.

Things are already rowdy and the madness only progresses throughout the three hours until showtime. Hordes of people, many intoxicated, are pushing to get just a little closer to the front. But there's nowhere to go, for anyone, (including the local rappers attempting to finesse their way into the VIP.) Cans are thrown, drinks are spilled, smoke billows, fights break out and boos begin to increase until they're heard over the pre-show hype music. But then it's time.

The Freebandz logo appears on the stage's large projector before the Coolest DJ on the Planet comes leaping into sight, dabbing and jumping around the stage to a hysterical crowd. All they can do is scream and pull out their phones to capture DJ Esco's fluidity since there is no room to move themselves. His energy is electric and it isn't long before he takes his place behind the DJ booth in order to bring out rap's MVP of the year. Bundled in a toque, a large black hooded jacket and sporting shades, Future emerges as his trap beats boom and the Atlanta rapper transitions from hit to hit, nailing tracks from Beast Mode, Dirty Sprite 2, 56 Nights and What A Time To Be Alive. All inhibitions are lost. This is the stuff rap dreams are made of. Although the 6 God never appears to surprise his WATTBA collaborator, DJ Esco and Future's stage chemistry is enough to make up for it while they let Drake's verses on 'Jumpman,' 'Big Rings' and 'Where Ya At' play through, while they dab and dance across the stage.

But after just 45 minutes, it is all over. With ringing ears and sweat-soaked tees, 3000 people disperse. However it's clear, experiencing the energy of 'March Madness,' 'Trap Ni**as' and 'Fuck Up Some Commas' live - trap anthems that hold explosive energy through headphones alone - everything that's come with the experience has been worth it.