It was their last day of the Spectre UK tour. They had spent the last several weeks stopping in cities all over Europe to play their music for the fans. Spectre's popularity was growing and in some cities, they had done two nights, which they had never done before. Their venues were bigger and more elaborate. And none of it mattered to Flynn. He would have played his bass out to a tiny venue if it were void of people. All he cared about was the music they'd written together as a band. He returned to his simple stage presence of hiding halfway behind the monitors and playing without connecting with the audience at all. It was very easy to forget he was there.
And Flynn wanted them to.
( Life goes on )
And Flynn wanted them to.
( Life goes on )