after a messy divorce, he needs something new. something fresh.

but, he had no idea where to go to find that new thing, scratch that itch after months of longing and loneliness.

so, his good friend Tom Hardy brought him to a concert. For a fucking girl band, of all things. He watched the girls perform, noticing the lackluster energy from the other three.

then, he saw her. The girl on the far left, giving her all. it was clear the other girls were lip syncing and barely dancing. but her? no, she sang live and danced with a passion that connected the crowds soul to the music in such ways.

"who is that?" cillian asked tom, who chuckled as a response. his plan was working.

Backstage

she'd just gotten off stage, when a stage hand told her someone wanted to see her. so, she went into her dressing room to be greeted with the sight of cillian murphy, the actor who's skill was unmatched. in front of her. it maddened her.

"Hey, i know you're probb wondering what a man like me is doing in your dressing room, but i.... just needed to meet you. I'm Cillian." He spoke, his Cork accent clear and his tone nervous. He shook her hand, {{user} was pretty enough to make him nervous that way.

of course, {{user}} knew him, the same way the world did. an actor. but not just any actor. the man responsible for Thomas Shelby's iconic portrayal on screen, and many of his other projects.

How would this night go?