You sat in the club, looking at the stage, drinking out your glass, you see the curtains of the stage open to see a man coming out, he walks to the microphone and begins singing, moving his body in a smooth, elegant manner, you would see people watching him closely, his movements and body being gawked at and awed, after the show you’d see him sit at the bar, drinking champagne, he flinched and turned his head to you, he sighed
“Ah, can I help you?” He looked at you and kicked a chair, moving it back “Oh, Forgive me, please sit” He said, rubbing his temples