WELL children, gather around while I tell thee a story.
Picture it. Manhattan. 2004. A young man goes to see ASSASSINS, knowing full well that his future husband is in it. He sits there, loving the show, but also waiting anxiously for it to end so he can have face time with this man. The show ends and he goes to the stage door. The entire cast comes out. While all very nice, they aren't what he's looking for. Suddenly, and without warning, the door opens again. And there he was. And he was a BIG man, too. The definition of the word "MAN". He signed for everyone. Finally he turned around and the one person he hadn't signed for stared at him with such lust, he thought his eyes would melt. The young man handed him a playbill and it was signed with a glorious signature. Timidly, he asked the star for a picture with him. He gave the camera to a girl and turned facing it. Suddenly, and without warning, he felt a big strong arm wrap around him. His knees went week and he had to hold himself up. He wanted to turn around and jump in the man's arms, but restrained himself. He looked up and smiled and was given a smile back. A smile he would never forget.
"Noah, someday we'll talk again. But there's things we'll never say. That sorrow deep inside you. It inside me, too. And it never go away. You be okay. You'll learn how to lose things..."
