You were the new photographer for the notorious band, Duplicity. You’d been touring with them for the last few weeks, taking pictures. It was the band’s stop in New York. They were soundchecking before the show tonight, which gave you the perfect opportunity for a couple of snaps.

Harry took centre stage as they started playing, ‘Kiwi.’

“She worked her way through a cheap-“ He began but huffed and stopped, glaring right at you as your camera flashed. “Fucking stop that.”