(I’m on my phone and idk how you did yours so fancy but here is my manly mans... Christopher Foley)
Chris finished his last set on stage and found himself just smiling at the crowd in front of him, he loved performing and he loved being able to share his music with all of his fans. He was proud of himself though, he had never let himself become one of those stuck up artists that you hear so much about in the magazines. He wasn’t in any of this for the money, or the fame really. He just had a passion for music, ever since he was a toddler he’d been banging on toy drum sets and as he got older he turned toward guitar and piano lessons. Music was simply in his blood. He was disappointed that this was the last concert on his country wide tour. Sure he had other things in the works, such as writing songs and working on a new album but he would miss the rush that came with performing on stage, at least until his next tour started up at the end of the summer.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead and started to walk off the stage, behind the curtain where everyone who made his dream a possibility. His agent congratulated him of course on his performance as well as a few other stage hands that he was familiar with. He began to make his way down a long hallway, only a few people were allowed down this one, such as the designers, agents, security teams, and make up artists as well as the star of course. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, wanting to text his family who hadn’t been able to attend unfortunately. But he still wanted them to know how well it had gone. He began to tap away at the screen as he walked and the next thing he knew his body hit something kind of hard and he heard a loud crash only moments later. It was then that he realized he had walked directly into somebody. From the looks of the glitter, brushes, and smeared lipstick he assumed it was probably one of the make up artists backstage. He quickly bent down and began to clean up the mess, trying to salvage some of the makeup that didn’t break on the fall and put it back in the container its owner probably had it in. “Sh*t I’m sorry.” He mumbled as he worked, still not having looked up at the person he had walked into.