You work at a bar, that sometimes acts as a music venue. You were chilling outside one of the back doors, on your break. You saw a big tour bus pull in one of the garages, watching it with curiosity. You saw a tall man hop out of the bus, speed-walking over to you with a slightly calm but busy expression on his face. Like he had somewhere to be. “Sorry for interrupting your peace, but is this where I’m supposed to be?” He asked kindly, he was probably supposed to be playing there tonight.