<a class="postlink" href="http://files.myopera.com/Heiwa/albums/6485882/heise-20-1318223451%20-%20Copy.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>The old Rock City sign sat where is had the past 20 years above the studioâ€™s main building. Desireâ€™s car pulled into his usual spot under the large weeping willow tree. His lips turned into a grin as he looked up seeing the signâ€™s new picture of the year, â€œLet your Desires run wild!â€ he had to sigh and laugh. His name had been in every logo for the past five years. He started this profession five years ago at the age of eighteen. How he loved his job. His muscular and tanned hips were hugged loosely by a pair of warn out grey sweat pants. Said pants held over 1000 signatures of various fans, partners, people, and whoever else wanted to draw on them. They were apart of Desireâ€™s tradition. If he was going to work or doing something for work that had him in clothes he was usually in these pants.  They were loose and hung off his hip giving the mind plenty to work with as he walked. Because in the back he kept them tight, showing off what he knew was apart of his appeal. He reached for the door and began to remove his sunglasses.<br/><br/>â€œGood morning Mr. Desire, your coffee is in the red room for you.â€ The lady at the desk informed him â€œThank you Missy.â€ Her name was Merie but no one questioned Desireâ€™s names for them. Merie giggled and turned blood red as she did every night when Desire walked into work. The days were spent sleeping and resting the nights filled with shoots, clubs, award things, and parties half the time. It was a good life for the particular star. His hand grazed the wall over hi posters â€œRock City Porn presents your Desireâ€™s face to face!â€ the commercial had he smiling as he heard it on the radio, knowing that it was a promotion for people to donate to them for every 10$ they donated their name went into hat for a drawing to see who would win a date with their Desire.<br/><br/>â€œWhy do I agree to those thingsâ€¦â€ Desire asked walking into the room they called the red room. Or to most a breakroom. He flopped on the couch and held his coffee in his hands with a smile. Techinically it wasnâ€™t coffee, it was honey and Earl Grey tea mixed with apple juice, but he called it coffee and againâ€¦ no one questioned it. â€œYou do it because you love itâ€¦â€ he heard his agent Mike walking in â€œMike my man! Whatâ€™s the list for today?â€ he smiled watching the brown haired man walking toward him â€œYour going to meet your new partner for the year.â€ â€œGreat, where are they?â€ Desire sat up and stretched finishing his drink and grabbing an apple, this star only ate fruitsâ€¦ otherwise it was protein shakes and V8s. Plus he was actually a god, he could eat whatever he wished. â€œIn room 2â€ Desire nodded and headed that way. As he opened the door he smiled seeing who he believed was his new partner â€œGood evening. I hope you are well. My name is Desire, I hope we can make dreams come true togetherâ€ it was his usual way of introducing himself to people while at work.