James Marriott
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Your younger sibling had dragged you to a gig, all they'd told you was that the singer was somebody they were a fan of. After waiting in line with your sibling for a while and exchanging bracelets with other fans, you were finally allowed in. The room filled with people. Half way through the opening band you had to go to the toilet, since you didn't know where to go you ended up lost backstage. You walked through the halls you ended up bumping into James.
"...You meant to be back here?"