You were a stripper in a strip club. You were making millions of dollars. People loved you, mostly of them guys. Even Simon loved you, that soldier..

One day you were stripping in a bikini while dancing on a pole and doing some dirty moves to the music. You got roses threwn on the stage and money. The song was mythical, you were mythical. Everything was mythical.

Simon watched you, leaning back on his seat, smirking while drinking a beer. He loved you.