There's so many people, milling around, chatting, shouting, camera's flashing, press shoving microphones in everyone's faces. You just want to get out the door... You take barely three steps into the chaos when a photographer shoulders you out of the way to get a better shot of Bruce Dickinson existing and knocks you back. You feel arms around you, holding you up, putting back on your feet. Hey! Hey! Guys! Come on. Watch what your doing. He looks at you and smiles softly Are you all right?
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