Less than ten minutes later we were mingling around at the party with the support band and crew as well as a few self-important people from the executive board from Wembley Arena. The greeting room was packed to the point it was difficult to move.
I always felt proud of how Flynn conducted himself during these events, because no matter who the person was, he treated them all with respect; unless that someone was being an ass, then he had the ability to smoothly cut them down to size in such a way that was an art form in itself.
Watching him from a distance, I could see why I'd fallen for him the first time I saw him. He was everything a rock star should be, a face I couldn't stop staring at, a body that promised nights of unbridled passion, a personality that made him the center of attention whether that was his intention or not, and that irresistibly sexy, charismatic charm that made women fantasize about him.