Chapter Two: Obsessed Fan!

When his booking agency called giving him the date, time and place for his next gig, Erik found himself a tad leery. He was still reeling from the anonymous warning somebody had texted him a few days earlier. Shaking it off, this was his 'job' and he loved to sing. He especially loved to sing in front of a crowd. So, off he went. He got to the concert hall, but the place was so chilly with the 'first day of Spring' snowstorm they were having. He left his hat, gloves and jacket on. He knew if he got too hot during the performance, he could peel out of the jacket and throw it into the audience. Some fan would likely faint at catching it. Looking around, the only company he seemed to have were the rats crawling all over the floor. Must be the cheaper seats, he thought, grinning.

Next thing he knew he heard the rush of people as the front doors were opened to allow them in. Suddenly, he wasn't alone on the stage anymore. This troubled him. He always had people, fans mostly, storm the stage, but because of that peculiar warning, Erik startled a bit. Especially when one fellow literally got in his face! 

This made him completely uncomfortable. He didn't like to be touched, especially by practical strangers. While he knew Marcelo Gary's name, that was about all he knew of him. What was with this guy, anyway?

Although Erik tried to be nice about it, he really wanted the guy to leave him alone. Marcelo would not be put off, however.

"Hey, Marcelo, let me go, please. I have a show to do."
"No way. Erik, I love you. I just wanted you to know. I'll never let you go. Never."

Finally, Erik placed his gloved hands on the Sims' shoulders and shoved him away. Thankfully, Marcelo left the stage. Long enough, at least for Erik to start the show. To Erik's profound chagrin, Marcelo bounced back like a yo-yo! Only this time, he was sans his outerwear.







Others caught Marcelo's full Monte and were it not so dangerous a thing, Erik might have laughed. However, he was freaked-out.

 

The worst thing was, Marcelo persisted. He neither put his clothes back on nor did he leave. Erik wanted to shout at him, his own rage growing. There were ladies present, after all. The Sim was nothing short of a cad.

Finally, Erik finished his set. Marcelo saw that as another reason for him to join his idol on the stage. Erik had finally had enough of this Sims' exhibitionism. Taking in a deep breath, Erik steeled himself for the fight of his life.


"Marcelo, or should I call you 'Stan'. I'm very sorry, but it has come to this," Erik said, while his dancer looked on. "En garde."

The two tussled back and forth for a few minutes. To Erik's surprise, he actually won.

"I will only ask you this once. Leave."

"B-b-but I love you, Erik. How could you beat me up like that. I always thought you were such a nice Sim, too. You're a monster. And I hate you. You best watch your back from here on out."









As soon as Marcelo left the concert hall, Erik grabbed his cell phone to call the police. The Detective showed up right away, his partner just moments later. Curiously, the partner found a plate of Ambrosia on the sidewalk just outside of the theater. Even more curious was the half-eaten tiered cake Erik found where his audience stood. Erik picked up the plate  of Ambrosia and decided to put it away. Wasn't this an antidote to poison? He knew Marcelo had gone away, but he'd gone away angry. With threatening words dripping from his lips.