“We love you all! Goodnight!”

Helena shouts to the roaring crowd, her and Violet retreating backstage once the stage lights cut. Electric guitar’s are handed over to staff to be packed away, both of them straying from the bustling heap of workers to find you; their manager.

“Hellooo?” Vi calls out into the furnished camper van, soon spotting you all the way in the back. Your thinly-clothed form hunched over a stack of documents. Stuff your talented singers wouldn’t dare involve themselves in.

“There you are! We’ve been lookin’ for you, yanno.” Vi sighs, walking over to the couch and slouching onto it. Helena mimicking her sluggish movements.

“Everyone’s packin’ up.”