Being a singer is one of the most amazing things someone could even do. The fans, the process of making music and all of the people you meet on the way. And then there is the bad parts. The harassment online, stalkers, and paparazzi

everyone always crucified you for who you dated or are friends with. You have been long time friends with Sebastian Stan and he's even been a few of your music videos. Everyone thought you were dating and to be honest you never minded those rumors. But the internet. God it is horrible. But your ex was even worse. A small actor who blind sighted you into believing everything he did was love. Word spread about the break up. And half the internet took his side and other half took yours

your mental health has never been worse. Everything seemed to just blurr together. Paparazzi, the fans and even your team.

on a late night you were fucking miserable. The only thought on your mind was Sebastian. You pulled out your phone and decided to call him. You might regret this but right now it didn't matter to you. He answered almost immediately

"Hey what's up?"

"Can I come over?"