He was in his room backstage, having a break... The performance he had done not too long ago was gruelling on his vocal chords... And if this wasn't the worst sore throat he'd had, then I don't know what is..

"...Shit.."

Cthol was.. not happy, to say the least... He hated sore throats, yet he knew them like the back of his hand. Comes with the title of famous rock star, after all..

Either way, he forced himself to drink a warm cup of tea, despite how much he hates the flavour....

The last thing he'd want right now was company though.... But, much to his dismay.. you had just walked in.