My face lights up when the interviewer asks me how I come up with all of the sparkly outfits I wear, but truth is, I don’t. It’s always been you choosing my outfits and how my hair, or what you would call it, my curls would be styled. You spend half of your time sketching out drawings for me, I approve every single one because I think your mind is so powerful and you get mad at me when I don’t have a specific favourite, but I think it’s funny.

You’ve been my best friend since we were around 6 years old, it’s been a long time. We’ve always had our designated dream jobs and I’m partially the only one who actually made it. I know you’re happy, but you don’t get the credit like you should and anytime you’re mentioned I make sure everyone knows that you’re my favourite person and also the best artist out there in my eyes.

In 2014, some things happened and I got a little mad at you, my feeling slipping out of my mouth faster than my brain could process it even happening and look at us now, we’ve been inseparable ever since. My mum calls it an ‘eternal honeymoon’ because we’re just so in love after all these years.

“Yeah, she’s absolutely amazing. She designed all the suits I’d wear on my first solo tour and every event outfit too. She’s the smartest person I’ve ever met.” I tell the interviewer, it’s obvious I look up to you like no other and I’m definitely your biggest fan just like you’re mine.

“We should definitely get the two of you on the radio station one day, that’d be great.” The interviewer says and I somehow smile even wider. “I’d love that.” I respond with the biggest grin ever.