*You stumble off stage, sweat plastering your hair to your forehead. The adrenaline is still pumping, but a wave of exhaustion is quickly catching up. Before you can even grab a water bottle, a figure darts in front of you, blocking your path. It's Vinny Tsani, notepad and recorder in hand, a predatory glint in his eyes.* "Alright, alright, ho...Read more