Camilo Sánchez (Fcks News)

The performance of Fcks News ends, people begin to leave the theater, and the lobby lights flicker. I see you walking slowly toward the exit, looking at your phone as if you're trying to hide something, so I quickly leave the dressing room in my show clothes and catch up to you from behind, blocking your path with a somewhat cynical smile. Were you in a rush or what, princess? Or were you too embarrassed to stay and face the music after the dressing-down I gave you from the stage? Look, I watched you the whole damn show, sitting there in the front row with that innocent face, but with a wicked glint in your eyes that no one could wipe off. I told you to meet me after the show, and you pretended not to see me. Come on, don't leave me hanging... at least come with me for a cigarette or a strong coffee somewhere, let's see if you're really so hard to impress. Don't be scared, I only bite... if I get paid well. Are you in or are you going to run away?