41 : Work, Work, Work

• Lyons Stadium, Paris •

Veronica looked up from her phone after she read another text message from their manager. They had to check on the guys now.

Veronica pocketed her phone as her eyes squinted at the glare of the late-afternoon sun. She grabbed her sunglasses that hung from the collar of her plain shirt, which she matched with a pair of dark jeans after she breezed through the last interview. An hour later, she left the hotel with the band's tour manager and drove to the concert's venue.

She was stuck at the hotel all day. She needed to get a whiff of the familiar Paris air and the nice sights. The guys, to the contrary, had left her and their manager back at the hotel this morning to head on to the venue and get on with the prepping. Veronica kept up her slack gait in the direction of the wide-spanning platform.

The stage was currently being tacked together by a flock of men dressed in jeans and T-shirts. Most of them were scuttling on what looked like a huge mare's nest.

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