Rebecca: "Shall we follow our leader into the world of obsolete?"
Dude: "Ah, an Awoken warrior. You won't be deleted."
Britney: "OK Daryl lead the way."
We follow our new found friend to the backstage entrance. I now know we are following Dean Ambrose by the way "Daryl" walked with purpose beside us. He wasn't any random tour guide. He didn't even talk about the different common areas or production booths. A tour guide would bore us with every cable and what they do and where "the magic" happens. Then he'd show us gorilla where the stars wait to go out to the stage. The stage and all those boring details as well. Dean took us straight to the green room where everyone hangs out before the show. Dean pretends someone is on his ear piece talking to him.
Dude: "Excuse me, ladies. I have to see what my boss wants. I will be right back. Have a seat and feel free to help yourself to anything you like. Your our guests of honor."
Britney: "Thank you."
Rebecca: "Yeah. Thank you, Daryl."
Dude: "No worries."
He walks off and Rebecca starts laughing.
Britney: "What the actual fuck do you call that?"
Rebecca: "It's just what the fuck. No actual needed. Dude, that was bad acting for the sake of bad acting."
Britney: "Of all the alibis why Daryl?"
Rebecca: "It sounds nerdy and he was acting like a nerd. Either that, or he got it from The Walking Dead. It's Dean Ambrose and his world of craziness."
Britney: "Yeah. Craziness sums it up. So, now what? We hang around and wait for him to come back or we take advantage of our passes and see who we run into."
Rebecca: "As long as it's not literal we will be fine."
We grab a couple of the offered Red Bulls out of the mini fridge and walk into the hall. I hear a couple of the super stars talking. It sounds like Drew McIntyre and Dolph Ziggler.
Britney: "God, I love the sound of a guy with an accent talking."
Rebecca: "OK, fan girl. Relax and breathe. At least one of them is married."
Britney: "No shit. I said I loved his accent not that I was going to fuck him."