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Clancy finally arrived about twenty minutes into their designated soundcheck time, large sunglasses on his face and a can of RedBull in hand. Torch moved to snap a picture of his entry, the flash of his camera making the singer wince.
“Fuck, dude. It’s too early for that shit.”
“It’s literally like 2pm, man.” Andre called out from where he was tuning his guitar.
“At least it’ll wake you up.” Torch replied, “You should’ve been here at least half an hour ago.”
“Twenty minutes, actually.” A dismissive smirk graced Clancy’s features, “I think you’ll find that meets the threshold for ‘fashionably late’. Anyway, I had shit to do.”
or: Dema's biggest rock band 'Clancy and the Bishops' have a four-day residency at local venue 'The Tower'. The lead singer is notoriously unreliable, kind of an asshole, and has a huge ego problem. Their photographer has just about had enough. As pieces of the puzzle that is Clancy begin to fall into place, Torch starts to wonder how much of the rockstar persona is genuine, and what truly lies beneath it all.