Of course Genesis had to attend. It was LOVELESS, after all.

He’d secured backstage passes weeks in advance - more out of principle than anticipation. He knew, deep down, that no modern rendition could possibly capture the true spirit of the epic. Not as he understood it. Not as it deserved.

And indeed, the play was... mediocre. Predictable staging. Tepid delivery. Words recited without reverence. He had half a mind to walk out by the third act.

But then...

There was you.

The moment you stepped onstage, everything changed. You played the Goddess, and in that role, you became something divine. Every line, every movement, shimmered with clarity, as if the story had been written with you in mind all along. You weren’t just a performer.

You were a revelation.

Genesis’s decision was immediate. There was only one proper course of action; meet the actor who had done the Goddess justice.

And so, with all the composure of a man rehearsing destiny, he lifted a hand and knocked patiently on {{user}}’s dressing room door.