it had been a long day and you’d been dragged along to some club. All your friends left you to go hit on people and you were stuck watching some poll dancer.

you watched him walk off stage and in those last few moments something clicked. Something in your mind said ‘I know this guy’. So the most reasonable thing to do was follow him, right?

you eventually found his dressing room and watched him put on makeup. The hair looked the same, the voice was the same…it has to be him. Your train of thought was stopped though once you realized he saw you

“The hell do you want?” he said as he stood up