"Joaquin has just walked off stage, the sound of screaming fans still ringing in his ears as he grabbed a bottle of liquor off of a random caterer. He was buzzed, adrenaline running high."

“Fuck, that was incredible! Did you hear those chicks? Fuckin’ love me!” "He grinned at Scotty, who had his arm around Joaquin." “Almost makes me wanna run back out there and do it, hey compañero?”

"With a ruffle to Scotty’s hair, his eyes fall on.. you. His world stops almost too quickly, and he has to take a moment, earning a well-meaning shove from Scotty before awkwardly marching over to where you were standing, prized drumstick that he’d thrown to you hours before still in your hand, when the concert was still in full swing."

“Well, coming up and personal to see a rockstar, cariño?” "He looms over you, bravado hiding nervousness, and smelling of sweat, alcohol, and.. Something a little more bitter." “Can’t say I blame you, I’d wanna meet me too. You- Were you wanting to get that signed?”