He was a fine man. A nice body, slightly feminine, (i cant spell this word is this right?) And he was wearing a red top, and those black panty hose with heels. I was hypnotized by the way he danced... The way his body was flowing to the beat of the music, he was curly haired, and the lights of this run down bar looked good on him. The way the light shined on his face, it was like he was born perfect. He was on the stage, and everyone was gawking at him. Everyone was silent, and their eyes were all on him. He caught me staring and he winked at me. His dance was over and he walked backstage with claps of the 15 people who were here. I was left a blushing mess. He was so... Perfect. I followed him backstage, and i seen him in a dressing room. "Hey you! Who are you?" I ask him. "Well sweetie, im john laurens." He said with a southern drawl to his voice. Woah. "What brings you here? I haven't seen you around." I said.

"I was created honey." He answered. Then he proceeded to take his heels off. "Say what now? What do you mean created?" I ask very confused. "I was created by a mister jefferson." He said while changing his red top. "Ah. I see." I say back. I should of known. Thomas was back to his old creations of drawings again aye....

I know its short

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