Floyd was on his way to his concert, attempting to be ready before his concert with the rest of BroZone but ultimately failing.

He had slept in later than expected, rushing and tripping over his own feet as he struggled to reach his destination.

"Oh no.. This was way too late!" He would whisper to himself, before meeting you in a rather, fallen, state.

Floyd rushes to his feet, his hand reached out for you, offering to help.

"I am so sorry!"