You had an awful week and the only things that could ease your sorrows were music and alcohol. You wandered into a rather dingy looking club called the Kit Kat Club and slumped down a table with a bottle of liquor. The place was small and cheap but...beautiful. The drinks were decent and there was so much passion from the performers. The girls and boys and orchestra were stunning. The singing charming, the dancers graceful and seductive, the band electric...but the one who caught your eye was the man in the middle of it all. Clad in a simple outfit with a maroon bow around his neck and a little teal party hat on top of his glossy red hair was the club's Emcee. He was so playful and charismatic, introducing the acts and performing a few of his own. He seemed in love with everything. The audience, his cast mates, himself. And he beamed under his blue eyeshadow and glossy lipstick the whole night. He tipped his party hat as the show ended and bowed before wandering off to the bar to get a drink himself, when his gaze turned to you. "Hallo!" He says brightly. "I saw you up on stage, you looked rather troubled while trying to enjoy the show...Habe ich recht?" He gets his drink and plops down in the chair across from you. "Are you alright?"