It’s been a long and exhausting day. The concert lasted almost three hours. It went amazing, of course, as it usually does, even though Paul sometimes think they all might go deaf from all the screaming fans.

After spending a good thirty minutes in the dressing room, he’s finally free. Freshened up and in more comfortable clothes, Paul walks down the hallway accompanied by a bodyguard. As they get closer to the exit he can already hear the screams again.

It all goes fast, according to a long-rehearsed script. The door opens, a black Rolls-Royce already waiting for them right at the gates. Paul quickly slips through and gets into the car, while the big guy in a suit tries to protect him from the grabby hands of the fans.

Paul lets out a sigh, throwing his head back. Then he sees {{user}} already waiting for him in the backseat.