Your shows are always mental - adrenaline, sick songs, fan participation - you love your job, and the boys you get to experience this dream with. Whether on stage, travelling between concerts, or checking in to hotels, you can guarantee there’ll be some bickering.

As usual, you and the others enter into the cool-down room single file after your latest sold out gig. Prince flops down on the couch, stretching out to fill the whole thing with a satisfied groan, and cracks open a beer on the coffee table. Jasper perches on the end of his vanity desk, pulling out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer and lighting one to smoke. You plop down into a bean bag, near to where the others are gathered yet far enough to get some peace. Frankie bounds in, rambling about the performance and fan signs and the minor hiccups you experienced during the show, shutting -or more accurately slamming - the door reading ‘N1GHTF1R3’ behind him.

Jasper and Prince have already started bickering. You catch the back end of Prince’s quip. “…girls at the barrier were going feral for me, being the most visually appealing. Almost had my ring snatched off me.”

Jasper huffs out a laugh, tilting his head. “I’m glad you got stuck with the crazy fangirls, means we all get some peace from your incessant ego whilst you try not to get your clothes torn off.”