It’s probably best if you call Jimmy and get him to come and help. You feel annoyed at yourself for being such a liability, but Jimmy picks up on the first ring.

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“Want me to come and find you?” is the first thing he says.

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You make a pathetic noise of affirmation.

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Jimmy sighs. “Okay. Where are you?”

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You describe your location.

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“Okay. I’ll be there soon.”

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“Jimmy?”

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“Yeah?”

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“I’m really sorry.”

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Jimmy chuckles. “Come on. Don’t beat yourself up about it.”

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“I’m just…” You don’t know what to say to make it all better. In a small voice, you say, “really sorry.”

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“It’s okay. I’ll be there soon.”

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Jimmy hangs up.

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When he arrives, he finds you crouching against the wall, massaging your temples, trying to stop your hangover headache from making an appearance.

 

He holds out a hand. “Ready to go?”

 

You take his hand and immediately feel a little better.

 

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Jimmy directs you down the hallway. You don’t really pay attention to the route, but after you’ve been walking for a minute or so, Jimmy stops walking and practically slams you both against the wall, peering nervously around the corner.

 

“Oh no,” he says.

 

The fans and the security guard are still there.

 

Jimmy looks at you with wide eyes.

 

“Where do we go?” he asks.