cluttered backstage

“I love you!” The girl’s squeal of adoration cut through the screaming applause of the audience. Richard smiled at the sound and took one more quick bow before starting down the cluttered backstage path. The mass of voices followed him in thundering echoes as he strode quickly past the lines of congratulating hands to reach the limo parked outside. Inside, Richard leaned back, breathing deeply. His manager handed him a drink.

Lord Malinov, Journals of Lord Malinov

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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