Evacuated and scattered. Someone was mentioning technical difficulties and no one knew why he wasn't on stage yet, the opening act was probably still in the green room and all these little things were floating in the back of his mind as he tried to breathe, tried to keep his fingers around the handkerchief she'd pressed into his fingers. He manages. Somehow.

Just the one figure in a mask that seemed to be trying to follow them. It wasn't a stage hand, wasn't a dancer, and wasn't someone that should be back there.

Landing wasn't easy but it didn't need to be- he sags against the wall, sucking in clear air and trying to blink the blur from his eyes. "Not- not suppost'da-"