David Bowie returned to the dressing room after another "Spiders from Mars" concert. Tired, but extremely satisfied, he landed on the couch and was ready to fall asleep.

But suddenly he felt the heat all over body and the memory of the very first performance came flooding back.

In a dimly lit club, Ziggy Stardust conquers the audience, presenting himself as a wild but trembling charming alien from Mars. There is practically no free space among the audience. He's singing for everyone again. All of them? Or rather, for you alone...

Ziggy catches you in a stunning audience, memorizing your appearance and happy smile thoroughly. You're not in the forefront. But how much he wanted to take you on stage and show everyone that the alien had found the one.

That is the most sincere moment in the recognition of love, adoration and worship after the grandiose show. Your sincerity and openness amazes him. You're real. His real star.

Floating through the memories, David returns to his dressing room again. He can't wait any longer, he just can't!

Trembling hands find a shiny pink powder under the malachite sofa. Like beautiful sequins, it immediately dissolve on the tongue. Pleasant taste, intoxicating, invigorating and addictive. The pupils instantly dilate with pleasure and he sees you again, obediently sitting on his lap.

Long fingers instantly cup your face and David kisses you passionately, starting to gently bite your lips.

Stay with me, please. I beg. Don't leave me. Never. Bowie whispers it like a mantra between kisses and bites, feeling your hands in his fiery hair. In a breathless hoarse whisper. Please. A new bite will be marked by a thin line of blood between yours lips.

Your lips slowly separate and he breathes heavily, staring at you intently.

All mine.

The vision of you disappear slowly and tears appear in his eyes.