<🎧 Song Recommendation: Die With You by Avaqe>
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Von stepped down from the coach into the cool, climate-controlled subterranean dock of the Amway Center.
The underground cavern was massive. It was wide enough to maneuver four semi-trucks side by side, crisscrossed overhead with industrial conduits and fire suppression lines.
Six Vanguard tractors were already backed against docks one through six as local stagehands in bright yellow vests began rolling heavy black flight trunks down the incline.
The bus door hissed open again.
Out tumbled Max.
He was wearing misbuttoned flannel pajama pants, hotel slides over mismatched socks, and a tiny smartphone gimbal strapped across his chest.
His hair was plastered flat against his head on the left and sticking straight up on the right like he'd slept inside a wind tunnel.
He stopped on the bottom metal step, blinked painfully against the dock lights, and looked around with deep suspicion.
