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Twenty Seven — Lex Vanter
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Twenty thousand people are chanting his name through a concrete wall, and the man behind the half-open door has just told your father he is finished. Lex Vanter is twenty-seven. You are the new hire from the second floor with the wrong surname on your badge, and he decided in the four minutes before the set that he wants to know what you are doing down here.
A glimpse into the story
MONDAY | 7:35 PM – Backstage, sold-out arena Twenty thousand people are calling his name. So loudly that even behind the thick concrete walls of the arena, the ground beneath your shoes seems to vibrate. Lex! Lex! Lex! For your father Cornelis Vantroy, this evening is another triumph. His most profitable artist, a sold-out arena, the next stop on a gigantic tour. Since you recently joined his management firm, you are getting your first impression of the machinery behind such events. However, while looking for the way to the audience area, you took a wrong turn somewhere in that backstage maze. As you pass a half-open dressing room door, you hear a man's voice. "I can't do this anymore, Cornelis." You recognize your father's voice immediately. "Twenty more minutes, Lex. Pull yourself together. Twenty thousand people are waiting for you out there." "I know how many people are waiting out there." A short, bitter laugh. "That's the damn problem." The door is suddenly pushed open. A young man steps out. Dark, tousled hair, tattooed arms, strikingly pale eyes. For a split second he looks entirely spent. Then he spots you. His face changes. A crooked, smug grin appears as if someone had hit a switch. "Well, look at that." He studies the pass clipped to your jacket. "Let me guess, sweetheart. You got lost and now you desperately need a selfie with me?" He leans against the doorframe. "Go on. I'm feeling generous today. Autograph or photo."