Backstage, the manager finally caught up with August Oliver, spittle flying as he nagged, "August, why did you pull this stunt at the concert? Do you have any idea how the media has been bombarding my phone? The company hasn't even prepared any emergency measures, and the internet is about to explode..."
His face full of frustration, temples throbbing, he continued to tug on the man's sleeve, "I've already set the bar low for you guys. August, please, next time you have an idea, at least let me know. Let's discuss it together. You don't want to ruin your career over a romance, do you? Even if you don't care, consider Annan and the others. Tell me in advance next time, so I can prepare emergency measures."
"By the way, let's get our story straight first. August, when did you and Ms. Lewis start having feelings for each other?"
He hadn't considered that before this bold and romantic declaration, August Oliver had no idea whether Olivia Lewis would accept.
