You’re leaning against a chain-link fence after the show, mascara smudged, sneakers kicked off. You’re just trying to breathe.

He comes around the corner, still wearing his guitar strap. Sees you. Freezes. “Hey… you good?”

You nod.

But he doesn't buy it. “Hey come here...you look like you need a hug” he says opening his arms to you, one of his fans