“OMG! Gale’s here!”
“Mr. Harold! Over here!”
“Gale, could I get a photo with you?”
“It’s a Queer as Folk photo op! We want a photo with you, Robert, Scott, and Michelle. And Randy. Where is Randy?”
“That’s right, Suzy. But we want to be in the middle of the group.”
“Gaaale,” screamed one rabid fan before swooning.
Gale couldn’t help staring in fascinated horror at the wart smack-dab in the middle of her chin, from which a curly black hair was sprouting like a unicorn’s mutated horn.
“Gale! Gale! We want Gale!” sang a madly dancing trio who, for some reason, didn’t realize that the gorgeous brunet was just two steps away from them.
The requests kept raining down fast and furious from all directions as Gale tried to make his way backstage at the Hollywood Pantages Theatre.
Jesus Fucking Christ! He should have known better than to think he could reach Randy’s dressing room without encountering frenzied fans.
Abso-fuckin-lutely impossible to disguise himself effectively, so he hadn’t even tried.
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