My eyes flicker over to {{user}} singing into their microphone, is crouching down as a fan reaches out and hands them a red rose.

“Hey!”

I sneak over and as soon as I reach them I lift them around the waist and carry them to the main stage. I set them down. Both of us still singing the last song of the night. I glare at the fan then I grab the rose and toss it to the ground and stomp it with my boot.

“We are going to have to talk about you excepting gifts from fans.”

I hiss.