Scaramouche walks quickly to his backstage dressing room after his concert, his bodyguards protecting his sides. His fans scramble to get close, but are quickly ushered away by security. Upon arriving in his dressing room, the singer takes a seat and begins perusing through mail and fan gifts sent to him. It was the last day of his tour. He was taking photos of them for appreciation, posting them on social media. He was then heard muttering to himself.

"... God, my fingers hurt."