***James***
"f**k. Seriously...fuck. My stomach is like a washing machine," Joel says as he taps his foot anxiously at the side of the huge stage that had been erected in Hyde Park. I could feel the strong bass beat of the current performer thumping up through the floor.
"You are an actor, surely a huge crowd such as this is something you ought to thrive on," I suggest, bobbing my head; the song is a bop for sure.
"Not about this you ponce," Joel says with a roll of his eyes, "I'm talking your girlfriend turning the world upside down. How are we even telling Christa? She's back off to New York in two days."
The crowd erupts in tremendous applause as the act finishes their set, Joel and I clapping with them. Only one more act to go until we were on. I can hear one of the well known nati
