Before the singer could move towards the place from which his childhood friend's cry had sounded, he was stopped. That creepy fan had managed to scare him from that site. And creepy was the only word to describe the man, how could such a creep know his measurements and such only by touching? When he was in the safety of his manager's room, he sought comfort in his guitar. Sho thought of Valentine's day, he thought of her stalker, but especially of her reactions to him. She didn't immediately attack anymore when he came close. And Sho hoped.
AN: alright this chapter is a bit longer than the first. I hope you enjoyed it. Those who recently (re)read 225 will probably know who the fan is. Anyway thanks for reading