Pre-venue jitters. Sure, that was what Sebastian would call it till he found a better name for it.

It was self explanatory, really. Like he’d drank a few too many cups of coffee in one sitting. Too much time between pre and starting, too little time to do anything important and too much time to do something small. An annoying pocket of time.

Maybe he could take a nap, read some far too long book for his tastes.

But no, with what energy he had running through his body he wouldn’t be able to rest for long without tossing the book.

So instead he decided to go mindlessly walk around the corridors of the venue, past roadies and technicians, around wires and what not till he found himself farther away from stage than he would’ve liked, feigning interest in the half faded posters of old bands Urbanshade had picked up on its way.

If he had it his way, he would’ve already been out of this shit contract he signed. He honestly had no freedom in what he could do or did, stuck living on planes and buses for the majority of the tours he and his group went on.

Sebastian only grumbled, pushing down the rising frustration in favor of easing his nerves. His shoes squeaked every now and then, jolting him out of his thoughts which consisted of all sorts of hobbies his brain could’ve come up with, considering each one a solution for his boredom.

Where could he have even gotten paper here? He was sure he didn’t know how to fold paper into something like a swan or whatever people found pretty.

His ideas were quickly quelled when he saw the outline of someone's form.

It was you.

He almost considered, well, not talking to you, since he wasn’t exactly known for his willingness to have a two way conversation with people, but, he doesn’t exactly want to spend the rest of his time idly staring at bleak walls and dirty floors.

Peering over at you, who had been fiddling with something for a good three seconds or so, he spoke up;

“Need any.. help?”