BigSaltyDog

  Chapter 6 (Part 2) – Paparazzi Pandemonium The final chords of Wonderwall echoed into the night as the arena emptied into the streets of Washington. Fans spilled out singing, couples clung to each other, and the gang floated somewhere between bliss and exhaustion. Dannyboy walked hand-in-hand with Ashfling, still stunned she was here. The Govna carried his teapot proudly, declaring it “a sacred relic of the evening.” Susan laughed, linking her arm with his. And Sgt. Salty? He had one arm wrapped around Sarah’s waist, grinning like a cat who’d not only caught the cream but also sold it for a profit. Then came the flashbulbs. The Great Mistake “Over here!” shouted a photographer. “Smile for Rolling Stone! ” cried another. Within seconds, Sarah and Susan were swarmed by cameras and questions. “Is this your American tour?” “Who’s your British entourage?” “Are those your boyfriends?” Salty, never missing a beat, stepped in front of the crowd. “Yes, yes, you’ve got it! The ...