May 29, 2021 3:53 pm
Somewhere off the city proper, a gathering of people are standing before a make shift stage. The rowdy performance have just completed, where a shower of sparks mark the dramatic finish. After giving shouts of thanks and other gestures, the lights dim as the time to leave the stage arrives. The cheers and shouts of the crowd slowly die away, as a hairy and sweaty rockstar strolls off to the back stage along with his bodyguards. Just as he enters his tour truck and puts away his guitar, there is a knock at the door. It is one of his bodyguards.
"Sorry Mr Wylde, but there is someone who wants to see you. He says he isn't a fan, but wants to discuss a business offer in private. What shall tell him?"
"Sorry Mr Wylde, but there is someone who wants to see you. He says he isn't a fan, but wants to discuss a business offer in private. What shall tell him?"