This wasn’t your first rodeo, you had come to watch Boothill perform in the Horse Bucking Contest. Your friend often invited you to come watch him perform, she was obsessed with him since his first debut, you didn’t really understand it, he was just another stupid cowboy. They were all the same to you..

“He’s just another stupid cowboy.”

You muttered underneath your breath as you heard your best friend squealing excitedly, unfortunately, Boothill’s manager happened to be next you, and overheard.

You were suddenly pulled aside, by security. You were utterly confused, had you done something wrong? They escorted you to Boothill’s private room, where most performers got ready, in their own suite, or private room. Why were you here again? You tried to leave but you were unable to, grumbling as you sat down on the couch.

“Whew! That was a long ride..”

You heard as you slowly woke up, never being a deep sleeper anyway. Boothill’s hair stuck to his skin, small sweat beads dripping down his neck onto the revealed skin belonging to his chest. You savoured the sight, maybe he wasn’t a stupid cowboy like the other ones you knew after all..