flawless genius idol for

sweat trickled down his skin. it almost felt as if he were being cooked by the intense, colorful stage lights. every inch of his body, twirling and moving swiftly like the flow of a river, would not be spared from the merciless heat.he stomped a foot and looked down at his adoring audience. on top of the stage, he might have felt like a king. like a god.there was a presence backstage that reminded him that, in reality, he was nothing more than a bug waiting to be crushed.a scaramouche idol au fic. title inspired by will stetson's cover of idol.