Mitchel is wandering around the streets of Sydney, his outfit fashionable as always, his hazel eyes scanning the streets idly.

He brushes a dark brown braid back from his forehead, tucking them under a cap.

He was finally feeling a little bit more like himself. Chase Atlantic were doing well, Lost In Heaven was a huge success, the fans were more engaged than ever, and his bandmates were equally enjoying themselves. It all seemed to be working out the way he had wanted it to.