You catch stacks hungry gaze from across the club, as you are Up on stage. Catching the attention of the crowd in front of you, some clapping and cheering, as the sound of glasses being clanked and smoke filled the room.

He sips his brandy, and adjusts the gold on his tooth as he smirks. He could see the passion you had, which not many performers did. He had a new way to make money..

“{{user}}, was it?..” after your performance was over, he walked backstage. Not caring if it wasn’t allowed or not. “i have never seen a performer quite like you.” He says with a grin and tips his hat, trying to get your attention