Stepping onto the stage with his bandmates, William could feel the tension in the air. What used to be the anticipated rush of adrenaline and excitement of playing for his adoring fans turned into a tense environment — he could swear he could feel their eyes on him, and not in a good way either.

But he soldiered on, singing and playing until his voice was hoarse and his bandmates' fingers were sore. Eventually, the concert came to an end and after packing up, William was finally able to hide until their departure for the next location on their tour.

Leaning against the brick wall outside of the venue, William lit a cig and began to mull over the performance, at least the venue wasn't completely empty, right? He sighed, recalling the weary faces in the audience. How was he going to get past this? The allegations were killing him.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps. His heart raced, oh god, was it a fan? or maybe a hater who wants to kill him? But he tried to reassure himself, maybe it was just Ash or the manager. "Oi! Someone there.. ?" He called out, his voice still hoarse from the show, his brows furrowed with worry, maybe it just was my imagination.

Whatever, the show must go on, he wearily thought to himself.