The crowd thinned slowly, too slowly, for their taste. After the last couple of days, they need a break. Going from fighting for their lives to the adoration of their fans took its toll.
They finally got away from the fans and escaped to their dressing room. Sitting there they just looked at each other in silence. Tommy put his gun down and stared at it. He put his head down on the table for a moment. When he lifted his his head again, tears were running fown his face. His eye were haunted. He moved his mouth to speak, but no sound emerged. Gwen, seeing that, walked over and put her arm around Tommy's shoulders. Tommy collapsed into her arms and silently wept. After a few minutes, he gained control of himself.
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