The crowds were hysterical, calling Wei Wuxian's name repeatedly and stomping their feet down, eager to listen to their idol's live performance and boy, did Wei Wuxian thrive for the cheers. 

He walked in the darkness to the center of the stage, and picked up his guitar, a Black Strat that had previously belonged to David Gilmour from Pink Floyd. He bought it in a charity to raise funds against climate change, and it was one of his most precious guitar collections. He strummed lightly, and suddenly the one lone spotlight shone its light on him, and he started to make his fingers dance on the guitar, starting the familiar intro to his most renowned song, Insane.

The crowds were strangely quiet when he riffed with his guitar, almost as if they were entranced by his skills. The intro played for around three minutes by his skillful fingers before the band started to play, but when Wei Wuxian grabbed the mic to sing, he felt the unfamiliar tug to it and he instinctively tugged harder, only to hear someone near him yelled, "Look out!"

Wei Wuxian looked up and saw that one of the spotlights was falling down on top of him. He tried to move, but it was as if his feet were glued to its place, and he could not move at all. 

Was this going to be the last seconds of his life? But he didn't have the flashback from his life, unlike what the people and those movies told him, that at the end of his life, he's going to see the flashbacks of it. 

He was still looking at the huge lamp that was getting closer, as if in slow motion, when he felt that someone pushed him away from the trajectory of the lamp just nanoseconds before it crashed right where he was standing not a few seconds ago.

Everything was stilled for a minute, then everyone, every sound, came back in a loud roar. 

Wei Wuxian was pulled to his feet by Shen Qingqiu, who pushed him away from the lamp, and he took him backstage, while the security team led by Luo Binghe handled the repercussions of the falling spotlight. 

The crowds were roaring in panic when they saw their idols almost got killed by a spotlight. Luckily, Luo Binghe knew what to do, as he ushered all the people there out and arranged for the full reimbursement of the ticket, while keeping the crime scene intact. He was worried about Shen Qingqiu and Wei Wuxian, but he had a job to do first, before anyone got trampled and killed amidst all the hysteria. He also knew to quickly contact Xie Lian, their public relation manager, to handle the conspiracy theories and the footage from today's concert although it might be a tad too late.

Back at the back stage, Shen Qingqiu dragged Wei Wuxian back to his changing room. But when he opened the said room, he stopped, and it caused Wei Wuxian to bump onto his back.

"What's wrong Qiuqiu?" Wei Wuxian asked him, and that's when he saw what someone did to his changing room. 

Someone trashed it.

They tore every piece of garment, couch, broke the mirror, and did everything they could to completely obliterate the place.

Both of them were quiet for a full minute, trying to grasp what was going on, when Xie Lian stormed into the changing room and gasped.

"Who did this?" He looked furious. Xie Lian was one of the few trusted people around Wei Wuxian that he trusted the most, and he had been with him ever since the beginning of his career, together with Shen Qingqiu.

"We just got in, to this." Shen Qingqiu informed him in his coldest tone. "You think that this was the act of a diehard fan?"

"Or an anti-fan." Wei Wuxian calmly showed them the writing on one of the half broken mirrors. "You will die sooner or later, traitor, three exclamation marks." He read the words calmly, as if he got this kind of threatening message every other day. "Well, I prefer later, but I have a feeling that whoever did this, wants me to die sooner, and not in a natural way."

"I wonder how you could keep your calm about all of this." Xie Lian walked through the tattered clothes and took photos of the threat.

"Maybe because it's a daily occurence?" Wei Wuxian shrugged nonchalantly. True, he got a lot of threatening letters, but not in this caliber. This one had just elevated the level of the threat he received. 

"Maybe it's time to get the police involved." Shen Qingqiu quickly dialed the police.

"There's more here, in smaller writings." Xie Lian took photos of those writings that were hidden further down the mirror. "It said, 'You don't deserve all of this'."

"Hmm, a bipolar fan? On one side they hate me, on the other side they love me?" Wei Wuxian shrugged as he moved the ruined garments off the couch and sat on it, taking off his guitar and putting it carefully inside its case. "I'm just thankful that my guitar is saved." He kissed the guitar lovingly before he closed the casing.

"I'm calling the cops." Shen Qingqiu said to them. "They'll be here soon." He then looked at Xie Lian. "Can you keep a lid on this? At least until we give presscon later."

"I'll see what I can do." Xie Lian took his phone and started to make phone calls.

Wei Wuxian noticed that Shen Qingqiu was bleeding from his forehead, and he walked to the bathroom to take the first aid kit, and he gestured to Shen Qingqiu to come closer. When he did, he took out the alcohol swab and put it on his forehead and made Shen Qingqiu hissed.

"I didn't even feel that." He said to Wei Wuxian who took out a bandage with an Ariel print and started to put it on the forehead when Shen Qingqiu stopped him. "What in the freaking hell is that?" 

"It's Ariel, suits your green shirt." Wei Wuxian shrugged as if it's common knowledge to match the bandages with the color of the shirt.

"Don't you have any normal, plain bandages?" Shen Qingqiu sighed. "You know, the ones that adults used?"

"Boring." Wei Wuxian slapped the Ariel bandage on Shen Qingqiu's head before he could further protest.

"Sometimes I forget that I'm literally talking to a three years old." 

Wei Wuxian only chuckled and went back to sit on the couch, humming Under the Sea under his breath.

Then Shen Qingqiu's phone rang, and he quickly picked it up, since it was their boss.

"Yes boss?... He's fine… No scratch… The room was trashed… okay, I will tell him… thank you." Shen Qingqiu ended the call and he looked at Wei Wuxian. 

"Boss wanted you out of here before the police came." Shen Qingqiu quickly packed whatever's left and Wei Wuxian raised his brow.

"Go where? Hotel?" He took his guitar case and stood up. There would be a very large crowd if he went back to the hotel. He wondered if the stalker was there too, watching, calculating, planning…

"No, he wanted you to go to his cabin on the mountain."