"Y/n, can I talk to you for a minute?" Logan asked, we were backstage of the why don't we concert. They were doing a run through but they were having a break at the moment.
"Yeah, what's up?"
"So earlier I told Daniel you were into strong guys.... and look what he's doing." Logan pointed around the corner. Daniel was throwing a chair at the wall and kicking it, there was already broken remains of another broken chair on the floor.
"He does know I like him, right?" I asked.
"What? Listen, tell him that before he breaks more crap I have to pay for." Logan sighed. A backstage man came up to us.
"Mr. Paul, there's another broken chair outside."
"Oh for gods' sake."
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