Most of the crowd behaves themselves. The true believers at the front that make things difficult.
The chanting starts once the transport touches down, but the hatch remains closed. It had been five hours.
Graylin looks over the helmets of the fans, his back to the ship. “I figured people would have left by now.”
Dispatch answers. “Not for this guy, are you kidding?”
Graylin shrugs. “Never heard of him.”
Graylin senses a change in pressure as the nearby hatch opens. The crowd surges forward and they spin him around.
The idol stands behind him, singing.
Graylin hears and chants.