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Helios’s smile lit up the entire hallway. “Okay! I’ll let the crew let you come backstage before the concert and I haven’t booked the rooms yet because I didn’t know how many to book.” “I’ll ask the others and I’ll text you,” Oliver replied. “You will? Or you’ll get someone else to? Oliver hesitated. “Matt,” he stopped himself, hesitating slightly before sighing. “I will.” Helios grinned as he nodded. “Okay. I have to get back to practice and I’ll see you soon.” “I’ll see you soon, Helios.” Helios nodded as he hung up, and Oliver stared blankly at his phone. Oh, s**t, what the hell had he just done? Oliver went back up the stairs, envelope in hand. “Helios hung up,” he said, throwing Max’s phone back to him. “Wendy,” Oliver said in French. The girls whirled their heads around to sta