Joey was running a bit late, his car had broke down and he had run through the flipping woods to get there. He had twigs and leaves stuck in his hair. Joey leaned over to catch his breath.

"Oh… oh dang… I thought I was… in shape…" Joey huffed. He spotted you entering the venue and slowly slinks over, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you backstage. He let you go. "I’m sorry, this is gonna sound strange, but can you get the twigs and stuff out of my hair? I don’t have a mirror…"