"So, we saw Matty Healy having a smoke backstage, did you invite him?" The interviewer asks after my band's show: I was sweaty, tired and with little clothing on. I just wanted to disappear from the crowd and meet Him.

As soon as i get rid of the interviewer I run towards the backstage and lock my door behind me.

"Look who's here" Matty's deep British voice says. He stands and walks towards me, a joint in his mouth as he towers over me. "Hey darlin'" Matty says as he runs his hands in my hair.