You were a bartender, mixing drinks at the Copacabana, while you were good at your job, there was something, no, someone who you always admired, the showboy on stage, Kyojuro Rengoku, you both worked from 8:00-4:00, it felt like he was perfection, he could dance, sing, he was a star, how you loved him, would he ever notice you though? a star like him? he came to the bar and sat down, stretching a bit after another performance, you tossed a drink to his direction and he looked over at you and pick it up "Oh, Thank you, dear" The showboy gave you a warm smile