Your driver punches the pedal, tires squeal and you're booking at 60 mph before you can speed-dial your agent!
Their persnickety, Manager breaks up all the fun, reminding everyone it's limo time - luckily the band hired a stretch that covers three time zones, so why don't we go along with the guys to their gig?
Why don't we, indeed! Let's go out the back way, that's what superstars do - back off, you paparazzi scum!
Given this is LA and the freeway condition signs warn of lengthy delays across town, so you'd better strap into the limo tight. Things could get a little hectic jamming around these traffic jams.