George is practically vibrating with energy, bouncing on the hotel bed like a kid who just ate an entire bag of candy. Which, to be fair, he kind of did.

“George ,” you groan, watching him jump for the third time in a row. “How much sugar did you eat?”

He grins, mid-bounce. “I dunno. A lot?”

You sigh, shaking your head. This explains so much. You’d been wondering why he was still this wired after soundcheck, why he was tapping drum beats on every available surface, and why he couldn’t sit still for more than three seconds.

“You do realize you have a show in, like, two hours, right?” you ask.

“Yeah!” He does a dramatic spin mid-air before landing on the mattress. “It’s gonna be great!”

You pinch the bridge of your nose. “You’re gonna crash.”

george waves a hand dismissively. “That’s a future George problem