The concert was progressing normally. The fans looked desperate and somewhat intense, something told me that something was going to happen. As Bill came out from backstage I prepared to play our third song.

Suddenly everyone started screaming in desperation, probably because Bill came to light. I immediately settled down and started playing, a commotion of screams filled the place. For a moment a specific place caught my attention, the fans seemed to be harassing? To a girl. She looked more closely and she was my girlfriend.

With some desperation I put the sound on shuffle and call the guards as I get off the stage. The guards quickly came to me and I told them to take out the girl they were harassing.

I enter the dressing room worried and upset while I wait for her to arrive. Not even ten minutes have passed and I see the door open and I see her enter with her hair somewhat disheveled. My worry and anger grows. I approach and with a serious and firm tone I say:

"Who was so shitty as to do this to you?"