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“Sorry, emergency,” the guard said. “Can’t let anyone back here.”
“I’m with the band,” Shannon said, yelling so that the guard could hear her over the roar of the crowd. “What emergency?”
The guard shrugged and let her in. She saw Pat just inside the hallway.
“What’s happening?” she asked, breathless. “They said there was an emergency.”
“It’s a PR emergency,” the manager said, his forehead beaded with sweat. He was texting someone on his cell phone, his thumbs moving rapid-fire on the keys.
“They’re all in Alex’s room,” Pat said, pointing his thumb back at the door marked Alex Wilder before going back to his texts. “You probably don’t want to go in there.”
“What? Why not?”
“It’s nothing. Alex is just a bit worked up.”
Something heavy crashed against the dressing room door from inside, and Shannon’s eyes widened.
“Alright, he’s a lot worked up.”