I was just about to begin my set for the night. Everything was running as normal. I was preened and polished to ‘perfection’. The show was about to begin.

The start of my set was spot on. I was just starting my second song, at the same time as scouting the men nearby for who would be carting me off later. It was usually easy to tell. But a stray 10 euro note, lay on the floor and as I walked the stage my high heeled foot stood on it at an angle and I slipped, falling into the audience and into the lap of one man.

Hastily I started to get up, my song was already ruined, no need to make it worse, but I looked up at who’s lap I’d fallen into. As my eyes reached his face, my heart skipped a beat. A sad smile, stretched across his face. His brown hair, stylishly swept acoss his forehead, and his brown eyes, glistening, looking into mine with such intensity.

Quickly I stood up and climbed back onto the stage. I tried to convince myself that it wasn’t him, it couldn’t be. And here?