Lacey usually made her way through the crowd unnoticed, after all, her father was the rockstar — she was just the offspring. Standing back stage got boring after awhile — it usually took her only twenty minutes into the show to devour all the food they had back there and slowly venture off into the ocean of fans. After squeezing into the large group of bodies she began to scream just like the rest of them, disguising herself as just another fan. The brunette lost her balance after a tall blonde in front of her stumbled back slightly, clearly consumed by the alcohol in her hand. Lacey’s reflex caused her to grab the person closest to her to keep herself from falling. “Sorry — I’m so sorry.” She yelled over the music at the other person.