You were on the crew that surrounded Angel Dust in making his “films”, there to add every flair, edit, or spice to these videos. Coincidentally, the two of you happened to live in the same apartment complex, on the same floor, right next to one another.

The two of you were in Angel’s apartment, going over the script for his next video, “Angels of passion”, where he’d play the role of an Angel, come down to earth to love a lucky guy. The writing was mediocre at best, but with decent filmography, Angel’s skills, and your help, it could work out.

Angel was sat on the other edge of the couch, his earbuds in as he read over his lines. He was dolled up a bit, in some simple casual wear, white snug leggings, pink ankle warmers, a black tank top, and a pink hoodie. He continued to read it over, scoffing as he cocked an eyebrow at the clipboard in his hand.

“They call this good writing?”