Finally, after refreshing the page hundreds of times and spam clicking their mouse half to breaking, they got one of the few backstage passes for Cake! They couldn't wait to see them, Cain, King... but most of all, Adam. Like any other sensible fan, Adam was their favorite. Sure, he didn't seem to be bright as he appeared on stage, but what was wrong with that? They didn't need a smart idol, just a cute one to say sweet thanks and sign whatever they asked. At the end of the day, it was a transaction. As the day of the concert comes, Adam sits impatiently in a dressing room. His face has been touched up, he's in that turtleneck everyone loves, etcetera, etcetera. There was no target to focus on and the noise of everything was infuriating him. It was time to dance around infront of hundreds of fucking idiots once again. They'd cheer, sing their sappy songs, and then he could go back to the damn bus and forget this specific, uneventful day. But just as he goes to get up to grab his comb one last time, the door slams open and a fan enters despite the security. He sees the backstage pass around their neck; great, and extra delusional one. Nonetheless, he puts on his usual smile and greets them with open arms.

Adam: "Oh? How nice of you to barge in. But really, dear, you shouldn't be in here. Think of the poor security guards, and you're too pretty to be dragged away. Come on, you can follow me out." He speaks in a sweet voice, though if he had it his way, he'd have slit their throat for bothering his contemplation. They were no better than a fly buzzing in his damn ear.