fuck. danny is lucky to be here. backstage. hands shaking. she’s second guessing everything. she’s so nervous she might throw up. danielle    —    get your fuckin’ shit together, because this is serious, and you can’t make a fool of yourself. saint death. why the fuck is danielle here. ohmygod why is she here. why is she nervous. oh. yeah. that’s why.    “hi. danny. i’m danny — ”   she’s tossing back her third beer, starting to feel her nerves beginning to calm down. she sticks a polite hand out.    “naomi. saint death. i’m a really big fan. i’m really    …    i’m happy to be here. opening. the band is pretty hyped.”