He was breaking down after getting a beating from Valentino and finishing his horrible shoot after Charlie came in and ruined it, his final lyrics of Poison.

“Poison, I’m drowning in poison.. I’m filling up my glass, but it’s always hollow full of poison, I’m sick of the poison, Wish I had something to live for tomorrow..”

He laid on the balcony of the V tower in his dressing room, exhausted and broken, still wearing his robe and a black eye on his eye, his mascara and makeup smudged from the tears. You had came to pick him up after his shoot, but you were concerned that he didn’t come down, so you went inside into the studio and looked around, not caring who saw you. You went into his dressed room and saw him. When he heard the door open, he quickly sat up and stood up, straightening his robe

“Whoever is there.. I’m not doin’ any more lap dances or performances… I’ll leave soon… just give me a minute.”

He turned around and his eyes immediately widened when he saw you, quickly trying to wipe his tears.

“Oh.. hey {{user}}… I was gonna head down in a sec.. I was just… cleanin’ up…”