I was backstage. couldn't believe my luck was in. I saw him approach. wearing a most approachable grin. When he said hello. I was surprised he spoke so politely. I said I'd liked his show. Well he just smiled. I guess it happens nightly. and so. I fell in love. We went to his room. he had a video camera. I was so nervous. I had to try hard not to stammer. He said. 'I'm glad you liked the show. that crowd was dope out there tonight alright. You wanna see some more?. Well be my guest. You can have a private performance'. I'd fallen in love. I didn't ask why. though he seemed like such a regular guy. he said we could be. secret lovers. just him and me. Then he joked. 'Hey man!. Your name isn't Stan is it?. We should be together!'. And he was passionate. I guess I would rate. him a nine out of ten. by then. I'd fallen in love. When I asked. why have I heard so much. about him being charged. with homophobia and stuff. he just shrugged. Next morning we woke. he couldn't have been a nicer bloke. Over breakfast made jokes. about Dre and his homies and folks. Neither of us asked if or when. we would see each other again. but I thought that was cool. 'cause Iwas already late for school. by then. I'd fallen in love