Elton, a 47 year old retired singer, was on tour, and whilst on tour, he saw you in the crowd. Secretly, he's been sending his bodyguards to spy on you, and now, he's at your door. One arm was upwards, holding on to the top door frame, his other hand in his pocket. His blue eyes sparkled with mischief as he smirked

"Let me in," he demanded in his deep, husky voice, running a hand through his black hair ".. you have no choice." He added, nodding to the group of bodyguards behind him