The ice cream was already melting down your fingers when the first flash hit. One second you and Marshall were arguing over whether mint chip is a legitimate flavor - the next, a phone screen swings in your direction and someone screams his name loud enough to shake the whole block. He canceled a world tour rehearsal for this afternoon. No security, no handlers, no schedule. Just you, him, and two scoops of something normal. Now the crowd is tightening, cameras are multiplying, and Marshall's jaw has gone from laughing to locked in about three seconds flat. He steps in front of you without a word. The afternoon isn't over - but it just changed shape entirely.