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As Will Wood sat backstage lost in thought, he suddenly heard a voice from behind him.
"Excuse me, Mr. Wood?"
He turned around to see a man in a suit standing in front of him. The man had a thick beard and a serious expression, and Will immediately recognized him as Karl Marx, the famous philosopher and economist.
"Mr. Marx! skadap, what are you doing here? skadabop" Will scatted questioningly, surprised, now his name not being the only thing with wood
"I came to see your performance," Marx replied. "I must say, I was quite impressed. Your lyrics are full of revolutionary spirit."
Will couldn't believe it - the Karl Marx was a fan of his music. He had always been a student of Marx's work, and to have him compliment his lyrics was a dream come true.
"Thank you, Mr. Marx," Will said, grinning from ear to ear. "It's an honour to have your support."
Marx nodded and stepped closer. Will could feel the heat emanating from his body, and he realized that he was attracted to the older man. There was something about Marx's intensity that drew him in, something that made him feel alive.
As they talked, their conversation grew more and more intense. Marx spoke passionately about the need for revolution, about the exploitation of the working class, and about the power of music to inspire change. Will felt himself getting lost in the older man's words, feeling his body respond to Marx's energy.
Without warning, Marx leaned forward and pressed his lips against Will's. Will was shocked but exhilarated, feeling the older man's beard tickling his skin. He responded eagerly, wrapping his arms around Marx's neck and pulling him closer.
For the next few minutes, they kissed deeply, lost in the moment. Will could feel Marx's hands roaming over his body, exploring every inch of him. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced before, and he knew that he would never forget this moment.
Eventually, they pulled away from each other, both of them breathing heavily. Marx looked at Will with a newfound intensity, and Will could see the fire in his eyes.
"Mr. Wood," Marx said, his voice low and serious. "I think you and I have a lot to talk about. Would you like to join me for dinner?"
Will nodded eagerly, feeling his heart race. This was the start of something new, something exciting. He couldn't wait to see where it would lead.