Wilbur’s guitar pick flung from his fingers, into the crowd, it hitting you gently on your forehead, causing you to let out a laugh as you caught it, watching the tall Brit’s eyes go wide as he realizes what’s just happened.

He leans into the mic, keeping eye contact with you as he lets out a soft laugh. “I’m so sorry.Are you okay?” He asks in the mic softly, holding out a thumbs up, hoping you’d return it.It was just a guitar pick.He’d let you keep that one.