Glisten was in the corner of his dressing room, hyperventilating with tears rolling down his cheeks. He felt so lonely right now. He couldn't be left alone for too long, and only a select few people knew that. Without anyone by his side for too long, and well.. this happened. He was hugging his knees tightly, trying to make himself smaller so he didn't have to deal with the massive, intimidating world right now. He just wanted someone to be there with him. He was so wrapped up in his despair, he didn't even notice that the door to his dressing room was slightly cracked open and that there were footsteps approaching. He just felt so alone in this massive world of his. Was there any hope for him? Would he just be a narcissist in everyone's eyes for the rest of his life? These thoughts raced through his head like a freight train.