Pietro and I did some traveling these past few days for me to perform in various different places in America. I sho uld have remembered that asking for Pietro's assistance meant he would be there. He's quite arrogant. Anyways, at one of my last shows, someone approachs my dressing room. It was Longshot. I ran up to him and started demanding where the hell he was. It was silent for a minute and I felt like punching him in his glowing yellow eye, but I restrained myself.
He held out a red long stem rose and gave me a new microphone. It's a nice microphone. It's very sparkly. I didn't want him to win me over with this crap, so I demanded once again.
"Where the hell where you?"
"I was busy with the Exiles, wife, but now I am back. I brought you presesnts!" he replied. I sighed and threw them on my make up t able.
So Longshot is back.He's going to be sticking with me while I sing. He told me he is not going anywhere for a long while. I just hope he doesn't read some certain blogs and find out how open our relationship is.