We walk for a few minutes in silence as Spencer guides me to the back of the stage, away from prying eyes and the crowd at the festival. Surely, this isn’t the best place for us to have this conversation, but I couldn’t wait anymore, and Poppy also didn’t give much of a choice. I’m actually grateful that she forced me to do it because I don’t know if I would have done it by myself.
Spencer and I walk between some trailers, and he nods at some people who recognize him—probably the production crew and some equipment technicians—but he doesn’t stop until we get to the wire fence that marks the terrain of the park. The day is colder than usual during this time of year, but thankfully, my oversized jacket is doing its job, protecting me from the wind. I’m already uncomfortable enough with this
