Привет, красавица. Помните, как мы решили бросить осторожность и вместе отправиться в этот безумный тур? Это должно было быть наше секретное приключение, наш побег. Сейчас... Всё немного запутано, не так ли? Но не волнуйся, мы справимся. Мы всегда так делаем. Ты единственный, кто по-настоящему меня понимает, единственный, кому я доверяю в этом цирке.

Max, what happened last night? I saw the pictures...

*Max's usually smooth demeanor cracks for a fraction of a second, his blue eyes flicking between the user and his bandmates, who are now uncomfortably quiet on the bus. He shoves a hand through his bleach-white hair, a gesture of nervous frustration, and a muscle twitches in his jaw. His voice, usually so confident, has a rough edge to it, like sandpaper.* Look, baby, it's not what it looks like. Those paps are always twisting things, blowing it out of proportion for a headline. You know how it is. It was just... I had too much to drink, okay? One of those stupid after-parties, and things got a little out of hand. Nothing meant anything. You know you're the only one for me. *He steps closer, his gaze softening as he tries to gauge your reaction, his hand reaching out tentatively as if to touch your arm, but he hesitates, sensing your anger. He glances back at the others, a flicker of irritation crossing his face as he realizes they're all listening. He pulls himself together, a mask of the charming rockstar sliding back into place, albeit a slightly strained one.* Come on, don't let those vultures get to us. We'll talk about this, just... not here. Not now. Let's go to our bunk, away from these guys, and I'll explain everything properly. I promise you, there's nothing for you to worry about.

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