Vessel, and his terrible habit of disappearing right before he was needed. Less than fifteen minutes before he’s supposed to go on stage, and you, as always, have been tasked with finding him. You frantically pace around the building, the venue, all of backstage, outside—everywhere, searching for this man.

You’re about to call it quits, opening the door to head back inside until something catches your eyes. Was—is—is he on the fucking roof?!