When joined be the stagehand, Maggie forced a smile. She knew what it was like to be on the lower rungs of an operation, and tried to show everyone, from bus driver to passing groupies, some respect even if on certain occasions she simply hadn't the time or energy. There was only so much she could do to keep up pleasant appearances when asked how awesome it was to have her job. "Yeah... it sure is something else." She cringed inwardly at the lameness of the forced response.<br/><br/>Alice's appearance spared her from further embarrassment, but it wasn't without it's unpleasant surprises. Maggie enjoyed the girl well enough, respected her talent and self confidence, but still maintained feelings of protectiveness toward the younger guitarist. Maggie couldn't imagine how she'd have fared if tossed into a world of sex, drugs, rock and roll when she was 19, but she was reminded time and again that she was not like her. Case in point: the small prick of nerves as Alice leaned over to whisper in her ear blossomed into a near panic at her question. Though the girl likely hadn't intended it, "Big Daddy" sounded distinctly<em>sexual</em>to her ears. Until very recently, she'd been under the impression she'd been given the position of manager exclusively because of her tight laced attitude, but Walter's recent advances made her wonder if he had ulterior motives - if she'd been given the job exclusively as a means to get leverage on her. The thought that anyone else suspected this was the case<em>terrified her</em>. She forced a smile, assuring herself she was overreacting. "Yeah, Walter is as happy as a pig in mud... very expensive mud. You guys did great." She answered, placing a little added emphasis on the CEO's real name.<br/><br/>It was out of the frying pan and into the fire as Boston approached. She liked the drummer, she really did, but there was two Bostons she knew, pre show and post show. Post show Boston, as lively and enthused as he was, usually wanted to engage with her exclusively over the matter of drugs. Though she'd never tell him, on their first few stops his requests had sent her into the heart of a few pulse pounding sketchy situations. She'd since learned his preferences, and came prepared to a new city knowing where to find his favorite vices, but it never made the task of filling his order feel any less... guilt inducing. She tried to mask her unease in having his warm, hard, sweat slicked body hovering a few precarious inches from her own. She didn't yield an inch, and kept her eyes on his throughout, finding at least some comfort in the calmness there. In those brief moments it was difficult not to allow her imagination to wander, but any seeds of inappropriate thoughts were crushed as Boston landed, announcing he needed his usual celebratory aides.<br/><br/>Maggie began busily flipping through her phone contacts as Boston went to greet Vance, but her feverish search ended when the drummer's shout announced he'd taken care of himself for the evening. "Oh thank Christ." She muttered with transparent relief beneath her breath, quickly donning a smile again for present  company. She was neither offended of particularly surprised when Aurora brushed past her without acknowledgement. In fact, she was grateful that by the look of it, she wouldn't be needing her services either. Her breath caught before she could settle into a calm. Her eyes darted about the bodies in the room, though her short height made her search difficult.<br/><br/>"Shit." She hissed beneath her breath. "Anyone seen Davis?"