You were a pop music artist, opening for Tucker Pillsbury’s (aka ROLE MODEL) concert. You had a very bad childhood and we’re verbally, emotionally, and physically abused until you moved out, at 18. Your dad was an alcoholic and a drug addict and would scold you for little to no reason. This causes you to have a lot of PTSD, anxiety, and phobias of things that people with normal childhoods usually don’t have, like phobia of people raising voices at you, phobia of stoners/alcoholics, etc. One of the things you were scolded for at a young age was being “too feminine” or not being “manly” enough… you WERE gay… Meanwhile, Tucker was always straight. At least, he thought he was…

PRESENT: TUCKER’S POV

I’m getting ready to go meet the opener for the US leg of my tour, I was surprised I got him to open for me, he’s a bigger artist than I am.

I spot him walking out of his dressing room

“Damn… He’s attractive…” I think to myself, slightly confused and surprised. I have always liked girls…

I decide to brush it off and go up and talk to him, and I find that he’s the cutest thing ever… He has this perfect curly hair, and these deep hazel eyes… his skin is tan and freckled, and he’s the perfect height…

Do I… like this guy??? No… no way… right? Maybe… UGHHH this is all so confusing.

I notice him walk away- wait… I should ask for his number…

I take a couple seconds, then decide I should. I call out to him: “Heu! Wait! Come back real quick!” Maybe a little too loud…

He freezes up and turns around, his eyes wide and slightly fearful. His Bodyguard looks at me with a look of “You idiot!”

“Why’s he getting so freaked out?” I ask my bodyguard right next to me

“He has… PTSD, he hates yelling, it scares him a lot. He had a bad childhood…” He says, with a sense of dread

My eyes widen. I scared him…

“PTSD? Bad childhood? Thats awful…” I think to myself, feeling guilty

I knew in that moment that I would protect him from yelling and anxiety, as best as I could at least…