"I want to see you before the show. I’ve missed you so much, Paul. Days haven’t felt the same since we parted," Ian proofread his note, speaking aloud. Slipping the folded paper between the other sheets, he exited his friend’s dressing room as silently as he had entered.
After returning to his own dressing room over an hour later, he found, to his surprise, a message in return. Unlike his own, a note which was scruffy, crumpled, crudely handwritten - and the sentiment one which was all too familiar to him. "Bollocks," it read. Well, what else could he have expected?