Re: After the show; Backstage
He grinned at the idea. "Maybe, but you don't know that for a fact. Don't quit before you've even started. He also might be the sappy broken romantic who needs you to read him poetry before he'll pay your way. If not, his loss." He took the shirt from her and pulled it over his head. "Thanks. I should fire my manager, hire you on instead. At least you know what looks good on me."
He took another long drag and then stubbed the cigarette out in the ashtray, running a hand back through his hair and his long since collapsed mohawk. "Want to come with me?" he asked, and grinned wickedly. "You could be my date. Give them something to talk about."