"I get it. I know it sounds stupid. But rockstar assumptions are just... different... somehow."

There were a few that bothered him - like the rumors that he was a drug addict due to the needle marks in his arms prior to getting the port put in. But part of the image of the Prophet was that, despite his frail appearance, he was powerful and not to be underestimated.

Dee didn't feel very much like the Prophet right now.

"This... kind of thing..." he gestured to the chair not all that far behind him, "it just... it makes me really anxious sometimes... and I'm not even from a country where disabilities are, holy shit, illegal..."

God, he hoped they'd never have to play a concert in their hometown...