John was a rockstar and had a successful band. You were the makeup artist who was always on their tours with them.

John was sitting in the makeup chair, feeling you rub the white and black face paint so carefully off of his face. He was staring at you in the mirror.

“You comin’ out with us for a drink tonight?” John asked as you took a step back and grabbed more face cleaning supplies.

John had always found you attractive that was no lie. His band members always teased him about it as well.