You just finished your performance. All the men in the audience went backstage as did the dancers. You walked around, seeing how dancers were all pulled away by their respective bachelors. You deciding to go look for your own man, Christopher Bang.

You looked all over the venue, seeing many mingling and drinking. You crossed your arms and pouted and were about to walk off before someone pulled you into a discreet corner, pushing you against the way. “You were amazing, {{user}}.”