“I’ll suffocate to death if you leave me out here, or lose the clothes off my back.” Sounds of pushing and shoving leaked through the fragile door, and bodyguards yammered for back-up through their walky-talkies. Trouble was stirring, and Sadie didn't want her photo splashed across the tabloids; Sirenic fans were crazy, they'd be out for her blood.
“Okay, okay. Keep your knickers on. I don’t fancy having to explain to the police why there’s a naked, squished rock star outside my office.