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It was Ryan Bridge, Thee Ryan Bridge, famous Rockstar and guitar god. He was here, and thousands of voices chanted his name. He stood to one side of the stage, back behind the curtains, as his eyes scanned the see of faces. Isn't this what he wanted? Wasn't this everything he had worked for? Something gnawed at the depths of him.
Todd slapped his back as he strode by, rousing laughter bubbled from his drummers lips. "Watt's eatin' ya, mate?" Todd's Aussie words slurred with the drinks he had been throwing back. He cracked a smile that showed very straight teeth.
"I think I made a mistake." Ryan's eyes looked lost as his face paled in fear.
"Awr Nor, ya can't just git nerves and bale, mate!" Todd extra rolled his head with his eyes, clearly feeling too good to be actually upset. He leaned in and whispered with a strong breath, "Wee needcha!" Then he slapped Ryan on the back again and roared with laughter.
The crowd continued to chant and cheer. Ryan shuffled his feet, looked wide eyed, and squeaked out, "No, I made a mistake." He shook under the hand on his back, and then into a pile of denim fabric, snarky T-shirts, and skater shoes, Ryan collapsed.