Saving Grace episode 13

She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life. She had thick dark hair and looked Latino, maybe Italian? But the second I saw her up on the stage. I had to have her. I would do what ever it took.
I performed that evening, like always, except this time it was different. Of course there was the usual truck driving trash that rolled through, and the nice dressed men who's wife didn't have a clue. But in the middle there was a guy. Maybe nineteen, all alone, he was tall and muscular, with dark hair and tan skin. He was cute. To bad. I walked off stage and into my dressing room.