There was a familiar vibrating at her hip as her phone picked up an incoming call. The ring was impossible to hear over the feverish roar of the crowd, but she'd been expecting Walter's checking in. Despite his many eccentricities, the man was a creature of particular habits. Before she could answer, however, Boston made his vocal appearance, giving her a playful shake that both made her grin and swell with nerves at being touched. Still grinning uneasily, she ran her fingers through her mussed hair the best she could as the drummer indulged in his after show high in his characteristically daredevil way.<br/><br/>Watching him still from the corner of her eye, she answered, plugging her other ear in doing so.<br/><br/>"Do you hear that , sir?" She asked through an elated smile, peeking out to glimpse the crowd.<br/><br/>"<em>Yes I do. Yes I do little miss. That sounds like money in the bank.</em>" He beamed, punctuating his approval with a light, throaty chuckle. Walter was not a difficult man to read. When he was happy he was happy, when he was not... well he was<em>definitely</em>not. "<em>This is what I've come to expect from you. Keep it up for the rest of the tour. And we'll talk about a tight bonus. Pay increase. Benefits. You name it. As for the rest of those fuckers, they deserve to be treated. You make sure they get anything their little half baked hearts desire, and I mean <em>anything</em>.</em>" He directed, voice dropping low. Walter was careful never to incriminate himself on the phone, but he didn't need to in order for Maggie to understand.<br/><br/>"Yes, sir." She answered uneasily, phone flipping shut. This was unarguably the worst part of her job. After a deep, calming breath, she returned to the others and hovered off to the side, arms folded in front of her, trying to disappear into the background. In the absence of a dedicated go to dealer among the group, it had become outspokenly known that she was the one to pry at with requests for whatever vice the band and their favoured followers might crave. She wasn't a fan of meaningless alcohol fueled groupie sex, but she hoped it would be enough tonight.