Erik Cantrell performed a concert in the early evening and after it was over, he decided to visit the local lounge. He was hungry and a tad thirsty for some juice.
Happy to see so many fans had followed him out, he decided to mingle. After all, never let it be said that Erik Cantrell didn't know to whom he owed his meteoric rise to fame. His fans, of course. He loved them and it gave him great joy to meet them.
Things were going well until he happened to overhear the desperate whispers of Mortimer Goth. Erik wasn't pleased with what his 'friend' said about him.
Dismayed, he did his best to dispel the less than flattering rumor. Even though he risked his Pristine Reputation, and that his parents had taught him to be a gentleman, besides, expletives came flying out of his mouth, to his intense regret. He was just so angry that this so-called friend was so busy stabbing him in the back this way. Erik did wonder just which celebrity had asked Morty to bad-mouth him like this.
Afterward, he decided it would be best to continue to mingle, signing autographs as he went.
He even decided to get to know that new girl that had come in. Seems there is a bit of a spark between them. "So nice to meet you, Torrie."
Before Erik decided to leave the establishment, he got a curious call, warning him about being so very nice and signing so many autographs for his fans. He should watch out, as he now had a 'Stan'. A fan so out-of-control, Erik needed to watch his back as he may very well be stalked by said fan.
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