Michael continued to pace taking deep breathes, he needed to calm down. He knew he had to get it together and it was time he returned to work. Still he hesitated, slowly he turned back to the door and stood staring at it . Yes he loved his life, he could not think of a single thing he would rather be doing. He muttered good words of advise to himself but the world was closing in on him.Slowly he lowered his head to the door and stood there for a moment.
"I've got to get out of here" he muttered as the panic overwhelmed him and he took off heading down the road.
He must have gone a fair distance when two things struck him. Firstly he didn't actually know where he was going and second was the fact that people where starting to stare at him. Looking around he noticed that he was walking in a busy part of London. He knew he was somewhere in Mayfair at least he thought so, but for all that he was quite, quite lost. What was he thinking, in the last six months their popularity had soared and it was almost impossible to go anyway without being recognised. Admittedly most of their fans where much younger than the business people who populated these streets but he suspected that his unusual hair must draw attention wherever he was. He had to get off the street before he got into trouble. The best thing would be to return to he hotel. Searching the pockets of his comfy jeans, he realised that he had left his wallet in the dressing room and the change he had stuck in his pocket was not going to get him far. His phone was also there, next to his wallet. He had no choice, he had to go back. Turning sharply he walked straight into someone who was standing behind him.
Marnie crossed the road in a hurry, it had taken ages to pack up her very full rug-sack and she had to run to keep pace with her hearts desire. Michael was walking at a steady pace, neither looking left or right and she could barely keep the smile from her face as she watched the muscles on his back bulged in his white t shirt. Without any warning he came to an abrupt stop and looked wildly around him. For a moment his gaze fell on Marnie and she though that he had discovered her, but it moved away on to the person next to her. Before he looked down and suddenly started frantically going through his pockets. He took some change from his front pocket and just stood there staring at it. Interested in his behaviour she moved closer, much more closer than she should have, because in the next moment she felt herself flying through the air as she was hit by fast moving flesh and blood. Her rug-sack stopped her from getting hurt, but she was sure that she resembled a turtle as she lay on her back, legs sticking out from her over long jacket.