I could hear the voices of the band from the open door going out into the corridor. When we heard this, I and Lizzie got dressed as fast as we could and headed out into the corridor. In the corridor stood the band all chatting among themselves. Once we came into the corridor all of them fell silent. All of them looked quite saddened but strong. Many of their faces were expressionless, like when you’re trying to suppress the way you actually feel. Each of them shook our hands in turn, like how the Queen shakes hands with all of the performers after the Royal Variety Performance. “You lot ready?” asked Ritchie, who was talking to the owner of the next venue on his phone, “Yah, we’re ready” replied Nick, “Right then” said Ritchie, “let’s make a move” We all started to make our way down through the corridor and out into the foyer. We arrived at the desk where he all handed in our keys and officially checked out. Lizzie and I took one last look at the lovely hotel before heading back out into the car park.
