The next morning, David bombarded his sister with messages.
[Hey Rose, you're coming to my concert tonight, right? Whether Romeo can make it or not doesn't matter, but I need you there!]
[It's your first time at one of my gigs! No need to queue, I'll have my assistant add you on WhatsApp and she'll sneak you in through the side door.]
[Any songs you're dying to hear tonight? I'll belt out any tune for you. Plus, we've got some special guests joining me on stage – I bet some of them are your idols! Want their autographs? I'll make sure they sign everything for you in person.]
[Seven o'clock sharp, you'll be there, won't you?]
At the end of his messages, David included a puppy-eyed emoji full of anticipation.
Rosemary didn't finish work until after two and didn't hit the sack until after three, only to be woken up by David's texts just after six.
[David, you're up early?] she typed back groggily.
