Chanyeol:

I fast walk through groups of people, down a small flight of stairs, and to our makeshift greenroom. It's just a little thing. A rarity for us, and all NINE of us on this particular day.

As soon as I enter, Suho shoves a pile of clothing into my arms. The wardrobe crew long gone, apparently, along with the rest of the members. Should have gotten here faster.

"Sorry..." I mumble. I don't offer any excuses. No time for that. Plus, this is Suho I'm talking to.

"Alright, man, just get it on. Its the farewell set. You just have this final change." Suho spits out at typical "Executive Suho" speed. He turns to walk away, but stops short. "Where's your guitar?" he asks, looking at me, seeing that I clearly don't have it anymore.

Shit, my guitar... I close my eyes and go back to my stage exit. I sift through the thoughts and images, I leaned it up against that brick wall. Did that stagehand get it? He seemed super interested, in me AND in my guitar. So, I decide to trust that strangely intuitive stagehand and assume that his job and his 'attention to detail' were enough to trust the that the guy would see to it that my guitar got where it needed to be.

"Um, the crew took care of it." hopefully...

"Awesome." And, with a quick turn on his heel, Suho vanished out the door. I looked down at the lump of clothing in my arms and breathed a sigh of relief. Black cargo pants, a simple sleeveless t-shirt with our logo and tour title on it and a pair of black boots. Usually the stylist and wardrobe crew would fuss over every outfit for each set, hair, makeup, maybe a stylist intern. At least 2 or 3 people to see to each one of us to get us ready for the sets. But this venue was, again, small and had been unusually informal all night.

I change quickly, pulling off my blazer, followed by a knit turtleneck sweater, and the white t-shirt underneath, and put the incredibly breathable sleeveless shirt and pants on. We can't just seem to have it one way or the other in the industry. Either we're wearing three or more layers of designer clothes and assessories, or showing some kind of skin with something skin tight and barely there. After a while you get used to it, but taking off all those layers felt amazing. This simple get-up in particular was clearly meant to show off my arms. It always has to be something. I prefer the designer bits, but given the sweat still dampening my unstyled, messy hair and the sweet, cool air invited in by this outfit was very welcome, I give thanks to the thirst for sex appeal. Today at least.

Ok, lets go get the big finish out of the way. Then we'll be done for a few weeks and I might actually get to go HOME for a while!