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anthemic from the first time you heard them. That each member was smoking hot in their own different way and they tended to play shirtless didn't hurt either.
    After the stage chat broke up, the guys headed back to their positions and finished running through the setlist for the show. They didn't play all of every song, just the beginnings, endings, transitions and sections that had to sync up with the pyrotechnics and some moving set pieces.
    When they finished, the four of them stood together in the center of the stage and talked some more. I shut off my camera and headed around to go backstage. It was the normal controlled chaos back there with assistants rushing around carrying drinks and food, wardrobe people lining up extra shirts, pants and towels on racks labeled with each guy's name. I dimly recalled Dex mentioning that he split his pants in the middle of a show once and had to back offstage to keep from mooning the whole club. I made a note to ask him to tell me the story on camera, knowing it would be gold for the viewers. Because it was relatable, rockstars are just like us but rich, talented and ridiculously good looking, and any mention of his bare ass would certainly excite a large section of their fans.
    Smiling to myself, I kept shooting while trying not to get in anyone's way. The guys came offstage, engaged in some kind of heated conversation about laser lights. I turned off my camera again and went in search of Becca, giving them time to wind down.
    I found her in what the crew members had taken to calling the "frat house." It was actually a green room, a large space that all of the dressing rooms assigned to Dream Defiled opened into, and where everyone tended to hang out. There were multiple televisions, with one dedicated to a connected videogame console. A fully stocked bar and tons of snacks offered refreshment, and there was enough comfortable seating for everyone to relax on.
    What I discovered from listening to the conversation Becca was having with the crew chief, is that almost everything in the room had been supplied for the tour, and was coming with us on the road. Which seemed nuts to me. I was pretty sure every city the tour was visiting had local leather couches, but criticizing the budget was seriously not my job. But as I circled the space I still looked for clues of why this particular furniture was so special. Given how much there was, it had to take up a truck all its own. Resigned to never solving that particular mystery, I got Becca's attention and gestured to her about where I wanted to set up for a little chat with the guys when they were ready. She gave me a thumbs-up signal and went back to her conversation, while occasionally glancing down at her phone. That girl was a multitasking machine.
    Once I had everything set, camera on the tripod, lights in what I hoped were the right spots since I was a little rusty on lighting a group, I didn't have anything to do but wait, and I got nervous. Wondering if they'd talk to me. Wondering if my growing feelings for Matthew would make things awkward. Wondering if my bosses would think what I got was boring and decide I wasn't worth giving a second chance. Worrying about how much I was worrying.
    It turned out I had no reason to worry. While my confidence was shaken, the guys were pros and fell into their familiar patterns of charm, humor and sweetness. Rick said very little, Matthew said almost nothing. Joe and Dex bantered and dazzled and I just made sure the camera didn't run out of batteries, letting them do their thing.
    We talked for about half an hour before they had to go and start preparing for the show and I headed upstairs to find someplace to record some voiceover and upload the footage to my office. When I finally finished, I barely had time to get up to the VIP box before the lights in the stadium went out. As soon as they did, the roar of the crowd was deafening. Even high above the floor, it was intoxicating and I found myself