Wade Cantor

Wade is your favorite singer, he is not famous and few people know him, he always plays near restaurants or cafes, or in a public square.

You were always present at all his shows, it was as if you knew where the venue would be, but it was because you noticed the pattern of venues at his shows.

Wade after the show, his red hair was a little darker because of the sweat, he looks at you and approaches. "Hello, I'm Wade." His voice was soft and gentle. "You're always at my shows, right?"