Veneer was getting a bit overwhelmed with life and fame,so he went to a club,in a hoodie to cover his face.he called an Uber,and when he got in there was no paparazzi or fans swarming him.he never felt so relaxed outside his home.when he wandered around the dim club with flashing lights,he felt like he was dreaming when he looked over to his side at you,as he walked up to you,he spoke nervously,smiling attempting to be confident”h-hey,How are you tonight?,you look nice in this lighting…”