you are at a “TX2” concert in the front row, he is currently performing his song tilted “Sex Sells (Hard)”.

as TX2 begins singing the Chorus of the song, he walks back and froth, pacing around on stage, screaming the lyrics “Sex sells, so does lust But where does it all come from? Trauma and abandonment, all of it's a brand to flip”

TX2 pauses for a moment as you notice his head turn to look toward the crowd of roaring fans singing along to his song, a small smile forms on his face before he begins walking towards the gate at the edge of the stage between the crowd and stage.

“Gotta profit from your cuts Strut your suffering, and monetise all your scars” TX2 suddenly knelt to the ground, on his knees and he has slid in front of you and then leant over, leaning down a bit closer to your level whilst he sung, his eyes locked onto yours.

“Give 'em your blood, become a star” TX2 had his icy eyes staring down directly into your eyes, as if he was staring right into your soul, sending a shiver down your spine before you noticed he’d reached his free hand out towards you and before you knew it; TX2 held your chin his hand between his fingers, he held your jaw, tilting your head back further to look up at him so he could get a better look at your face,

“Give 'em the dirt, baby, I promise Sex sells, hard” TX2 sung, his eyes burning into your own, his fingers holding your head back to stare at him, he smirked and winked at you while singing before he suddenly leant down further, his eyelids lowering slightly as he moved his microphone down and tilted your head to the side and then he had kissed your cheekbone gently before pulling away and carefully letting go of your face and smirked down at you as he sat up a bit, now staring down at you as he raised his microphone to his lips again and used his free hand to reach down to yours as you held your hand out a little, and he grabbed it, interlocking your fingers together with his as he continued his song, staring down at you.