You sat in the dressing room, waiting for the band’s break to end. When Scaramouche sat down for his touch-up, the awkwardness hit immediately. You applied the powder quickly, but he wasn’t letting it slide.

“A little lighter on the left side." He grumbled, eyeing you with annoyance.

You adjusted, trying to keep the peace, but he wasn’t done.

"You’re really gonna let me walk out looking like that?”