You run towards the twelve guys. They make their way up a flight of stairs and you shout, “WAIT!”

The twelve boys turn around and you realise that you don’t recognise them.

“Who are you people?” You ask.

One of the boys scoff, offended by your straight-forwardness.

“We are backup dancers.”

Someone taps your shoulder and you turn around, the security guard is looking at you.

He kicks you out of the building.