It's not all that uncommon to see musicians walking around with a million fans trailing behind them. Some people absorbed as much interaction as they could, others preferred to hide behind baggy clothing, or take to avoiding the night life entirely. In the nightlight, Marty can just see a figure walking past the flashing lights, and apparently ignoring the fans that were dying for his attention to his sides. When a neon bannerhead shone, Marty sore he could see Dino there.

And many, many fans.

Fans were great, but annoying, he'd admit. So he jogs up to Dino, immediately flopping one arm around his shoulder, and drawing him in. "Dino, buddy! I've been lookin' all over for you!" To be honest, he hasn't. But Dino doesn't really look like he's in the mood for fans at the moment. Marty raises his eyebrows and gives a small little smile. "I gotta show you somethin' back at HQ. It's pretty heavy!"

With that, he starts to help lead Dino away from the crowd, turning left at a corner of a street when the time came. When Marty dares to glance behind him, the fans aren't quite following anymore...but yup, there's phones. Lots of phones.