Seated there, practically alone, he felt the world shift to a state of intrigue.

He turned to the man next to him, who was watching the empty stage wistfully.

“My God, he’s beautiful.”

Pale skin, accented by onyx hair, blood-red lips and black eyeliner.

Remembering his own ‘city boy’ life, he had a sudden longing for the glitter and dazzle of London.

His friends, brother, ex-lovers, all hundreds of miles away.

This town held none of they city’s glamour. He was out of place.

A sparkling diamond among dull, chipped rocks.

He felt a light touch to the back of his hand; the other man smiled, laced their fingers together in the dark, as ghostly laughter continued to flow from the stage.