Brian's POV:

Brian was in New York and he was exited for todays show. It was their last concert in the US before going on to Europe which was kind of a big deal. Brian had only had a few concerts outside of the US earlier so he was really excited. A few month ago he'd given out a new album, his second, and it was already a big hit, not only in USA, but in the rest of the world too.

Now he was ready for another performance on his tour. Earlier the same week one of his best background dancers had broken his leg and two of his ribs in a car accident and couldn't dance the rest of the tour. Fortunately – he didn't know how though – his manager had managed to find a new dancer just in time for him to learn the choreography. Brian hadn't met the new dancer yet because he'd been really busy the last couple of days. Normally he was very close to his background dancers, so he was kind of exited to meet him.

"Okay, everyone" shouted a fat guy with a megaphone. "It's ten minutes 'till the show, so everyone, get to your places."

Brian was ready. Or almost ready. He sat in a chair while his makeup-artist, Alex, did some last finishing touches. He had smudged his eyeliner because he had sneezed and she was trying to fix it before he had to go on stage. She was really good at her job and she loved doing Brian's makeup. For being a makeup-artist she wore next to no makeup herself. She had kind of a natural glow and she was always happy. She was really tall too, around as tall as Brian; 6'1. But not as lanky, Brian was practically just skin and bones.

"Done," she said with a smile, and brushed him one last time on the nose with the brush. Brian thanked her and stood up from the make up chair.

That was when Brian saw him. He looked like an angel who'd fallen down from the sky and landed in America. He had curly, brown hair, dark skin, muscular body and piercing blue eyes you could easily get lost in. The new background dancer, Brian thought. He caught himself staring and shook his head before he walked out on the stage to start the concert.

The crowd exploded cheering, clapping, shouting and whistling. He smiled and shouted "how are you New York" into the mic. More cheering. When the cheering had finally silenced, he started to sing. It was the best, most selling song from his album. As the music started he put the mic to his mouth and started to sing.

After the concert was over, Brian walked off the stage. He was exhausted and all he wanted to do now was to get to his room and sleep. Preferably for days, even though he knew that was impossible.