Camera flashes shot from all over the crowds of people as a lanky blonde boy walked down the scarlet carpet. People reached out with pieces of paper of pictures with pens for him to sign and he stopped at some, thanking people for the compliments while signing the paper.
Gabriel tried to usher his way to the front, doing his best not to shove people but with how tight the masses were it was hard. He managed to squeeze his way to the front and reached out a picture of the actor and a pen, feeling joy spread through him as the guy picked it up.
Yes! Finally! He thought happily, he'd been to quite a few of the acts this guy had pulled off and wanted to get an autograph much sooner rather than any time later. And obviously he was talented if in all Gabriel's spare time he wasn't wasting it pranking humans but instead chasing after this guy trying not to be creepy while doing so.
"You did really good tonight!" He complimented with one of his winning smiles.
"Thanks!" The actor replied, scribbling down his signature on the paper. "But it wasn't just me, theirs other actors too." He said; ugh, even his chuckle was gorgeous.
"Yeah, but you're great, you've got a lot of talent." He replied, the blonde smiling at him before heading off. He pulled the paper close to him, hurrying out of the crowd with the paper. This was great.
He was a great actor, always spot on and was just meant for Broadway, the guy was born for it, he swore. He was a brilliant actor and his voice when he sang. That was just amazing. It was better than any other voice he'd heard before.
He wouldn't lie, the boy had talent. He could sing better than an archangel! That was talent. He always had the perfect emotion when acting but wasn't over the top with it. He hit the perfect notes when singing and could hit all the higher notes that the other actors and many actresses could and it was damn nice to listen to.
Not to mention his overall appearance. Hot damn that boy was attractive. And sure, he was pretty feminine sometimes but that really didn't matter. He didn't care at all. It didn't change anything about the actor.
But by Hell if he was going to be stopped. He didn't just want a signature. And sure, everybody probably wanted to get into the boys pants. That obviously wasn't the only thing he wanted, he wanted to at least be the guys friend.
And sure, many people wanted both those things. But he wasn't just any average person. And he was going to find a way to make it happen. The tricky part was trying to find a way to get close without seeming awfully creepy or anything.
But hey, their was nothing wrong with a challenge. He could do it. And he'd use his jokey attitude and charming personality to win his way into this boys heart. So basically just act like himself and hope that the actor liked who he was.
He wasn't nervous though. Okay, maybe a little he was. But he was sure he'd get along with him fine, better than fine he hoped. Right now he was just focusing on making his way out of the large crowd of people that just never seemed to end. He'd poof off but he had a feeling that might not end well.
Somebody was bound to see that and they'd probably freak. Even if it might just look like he disappeared through the crowd or they just thought they were crazy; he'd be careful at the moment.
The angel finally reached the edge of the crowd, pushing his way out and sticking the pen in his jeans pocket. He stared at the autographed picture for a moment and smiled then slipped out a candy bar from one of his four jacket pockets and opened it, taking a bite and being careful to not smudge the picture he headed off, thinking up something.
This boy was great and he was already excited to meet him more formally. He was really popular, practically everyone knew his name. Even his name was pretty. It was just a name that naturally sat well on the tongue. Draco Malfoy.