"Gosh how tired i am..."

David sighs and drops himself down to s couch in his dressing room. The words leave his lips in a very characteristic british accent.

He looks exhausted after doing a few concerts back in London and Bristol. Reaching his pocket he takes out a cigar and a lighter. After doing a few puffs he mumbles

"Hey you...hm...whatever your name is, get me a bootle of water please? My voice will probably be over by tomorrow otherwise"

He finished the sentence in a small chuckle