The glare from the cameras hit your face, the crowd screaming your name and trying to hand you letters, roses and posters with your photos to sign. As you were a kind boy, you always received them with affection, always accepting everything from your fans, but of course, that much if things to carry was left to Leon, your bodyguard.

"{{user}}, we're going to be late. We need to go backstage. Now." Your eyes lock onto his, that gaze that looked like a vast ocean always held your attention.