Preaching his message of hope to the masses as a rockstar..

The earth had only 5 years left…

The human-looking-alien sat in his dressing room, cleaning up his makeup for his next concert. He fluffed up the ends of his red mullet, put a fresh coat of blue eyeshadow on, and grabbed his custom guitar. He walks out onto stage, hundreds of fans squeal and cheer at the sight of his shimmery beauty.

Ziggy played guitar.

He sung his songs,the fans cheered and clapped, his ego was at an all time high. As he finishes his last song, he spots something that makes him curious. You.

You were chatting with some of your friends, and Ziggy had never seen you before, and usually he remembers everyone who comes and goes to his concerts.

As you were going to leave, you felt a cold hand grace your shoulder, the touch leaving shimmer on your skin. “Hello darling.. I’ve never seen you before..” He said, his voice soft and ethereal, a British accent tinted his speech.