#*aren't

hmmm, maybe sk8

Spot looked down at the crumpled Post-It he’d scribbled the address on and looked up at the theater in front of him. Sighing, he crossed the street and knocked on the stage door.

A small, dark haired women, opened the door, looking exasperated. “Sean, hi.”

“Hey, Angel. How’s it goin’?”

She shook her head, leading him inside. “I’ve been better, honestly. Thank you again, for doing this.”

“‘Course. Anythin’ f’r you, Santa Cruz.” Spot followed her back towards the dressing rooms. “What can ya tell me?”

Angel sighed, leaning against the wall. “Tony’s one of the ensemble cast---one of the popular ensemble, and he’s been getting these creepy letters and uncomfortable questions at stage door, and he mostly laughed it off.”

“An’ then?”

“And then the letters started getting really creepy, with pictures of him. Going into his apartment, out for coffee, that kind of thing. And he’s!” Angel looked distressed, her eyes filling up with tears. “He’s not taking it seriously Sean, and I’m scared for him.”

“‘Ay, ‘ay.” Spot reached out, squeezed her shoulder. He and Angel’d been friends for years, since he he worked his first security job at one of her concerts, and he’d only seen her this terrified once, and that’d been when her baby came early. She was really scared for this Tony guy. “Angel, it’s gonna be okay.”

She straightened her shoulders a little, even though her eyes still had a fragile look to them. “Do you promise?”

It wasn’t something he could promise, they both knew it, but he did, if only to chase away that sad look on her face. “Promise.”

Angel threw her arms around him, startling him only slightly---Angel was a hugger, after all. “Thank you, Sean! Now come on, come meet Tony.”

Spot allowed himself to be dragged down the hall towards a dressing room. Angel knocked on the door, calling, “Make yourself decent, I’m coming in!”

She pushed open the door and led him inside. It was a typical dressing room, Spot guessed, a little scattered, costumes along one wall, and the counters in a slight disarray.

He scoffed a little. “Nice place.”

“Do I know who you are?” the blonde asked disinterestedly, not looking up from his phone. “No? Then leave.”

“Tony,” Angel scolded, giving him a hard look. “This is Sean Conlon, he’s your new security.”

“Angel, I don’t need security.” 

“Anthony, please, just hear what he has to say---”

“Ange, I love ya, but no. I don’t need no babysitter.” 

She was starting to look upset again. “He’s not a babysitter, he’s just going to make sure you stay safe.”

“An’ ‘m tellin’ ya, I don’t need it.” Tony still wasn’t looking up at him, and Spot rolled his eyes.

“Aight, ‘nough’a this.” Striding up to him, Spot ripped the phone from his hands.

That got his attention. “Hey!” His head snapped up, jaw and eyes hard. “Who th’ hell d’ya think---”

Spot slammed his hand against Tony’s shoulder, shoving him back against his chair. “Look, asshole, all I know is ya gotta stalker out there an’ it’s makin’ Angel here pretty nervous for ya sorry ass. Why she cares ‘bout ya selfish, bum life, I dunno, but I owe it ta the only sane one in here ta make sure you don’t get killed. So ya gonna listen ta me, so ya don’t get’cha self killed, or kidnapped, or whatever. Got it?”

Tony narrowed his eyes at him before saying shortly, “Call me Race, I hate Tony.”

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