The lively crowd was one of the best parts of performing. When the last set ended, the band was waving as the curtain closed. The singer and guitarist left first, giving a smile to those who had gotten backstage passes. The drummer left next, speaking to a stage hand about the equipment.
Edgar stood on the stage a while longer, even as the stage was being torn down. He sighed, pushing his two-toned hair out of his face. He saw the small group of fans who had gotten back stage passes. Ah, was no one tending to them? He walked over, smiling faintly at the group. There were a few younger fans, probably from the academy, and their adult escort or whatever, and a rather fetching looking grimm.
"Why don't we head back to the green room? You didn't come back stage to watch the set be torn down, right?"
