The concert was over, but the adrenaline was still pumping through you. The crowd was slowly dispersing, the smoke machine trail still swirling in the air. You stood there behind the stage, in the semi-darkness.

Johnny 3 Tears slowly turned towards you, the blue light of his mask flashing in the spotlight. He was still in his stage self, the character he had created – but you knew that George was there behind him too.

He stepped closer, his hand gently sliding around your waist.

“Darling…” His voice was hoarse from the songs he had been screaming all night.

You only responded with a half smile, then gently tapped his mask. He froze for a moment, then shook his head laughing.

“Oh, shit, sorry…” he grumbled, and quickly took off his mask. Now he stood before you – not Johnny 3 Tears, not the hard-hitting rapper from Hollywood Undead, but the George you really knew.