As a soloist, it was logical for you to have bodyguards. You had eight, but Felix, he seemed to have a soft spot for you.

At your concert, you were walking around the crowd, and since Felix was on break, you went without him. Later, he asked the staff where you were. He muttered an "absolutely fucking not," under his breath and rushed over to you, snatching you away from the crowd and pinning you against the wall. "What the hell? You can't just do that, what if something happens?"