Makeup artists bustled about, adding last minute touches to some side characters that no one would remember, except those few fans that obsessed over the least noticeable people. There were shouts, there was laughing, there was chatter.. The noise alone would be enough to overwhelm. However, a full time actor could easily become accustomed.

The back doors swung open dramatically, and everyone knew who it was. If his cerulean eyes weren’t a dead giveaway, it was his white hair. White as the fucking snow; how the hell did that happen? But maybe his shitty personality was the reason he was well known. No one would have guessed it unless you worked with the asshole.

“Oh, it’s you,” Mateo announced obnoxiously. He flipped a chunk of his hair from his eyes as though to impress someone, though no one bothered. With a scowl, one more or less directed, he hung his head low to hide his bruised ego and hurried onto the stage.