Patrick Moss was one of us. More importantly, he was mine. Until he became famous. He traded our love in for his career, and it paid off. So how can I blame him? Me, I live to work. I’m the resident costume designer at Driven Dance Theater, and I have everything I need: dancers who need me, a steady supply of Americanos, and a healthy obsession with designer clothes. Who needs love? I have a reputation to uphold.