ELLE POV
The show had ended, and it was everything others said it would be; too bad my mind was in searing pain the entire time. The strange man's eyes did not leave my body for a second, his gaze oppressing like a weighted blanket too heavy for my body.
As Jonah slams the limo door close, the pressure released from my head like a balloon leaking helium. For the first time in hours, it doesn't feel as though nails are being dragged across the inside of my mind like someone is trying to dig themselves out. It was the most uncomfortable 4 hours of my life, and I am thankful it's over and we are back at the hotel.
The ding of the elevator opening pulls me from my thoughts as my friends shuffle in front of me. None of us say anything until we are safely locked behind closed doors. Jonah,
