Tom and you used to date, until you guys broke up because you were busy with going on tours for your new album and he was busy acting in a whole bunch of different movies.

And, well, it was rather toxic. You got mad at the fact that he was never around and he got mad at the fact that you were really close with your guitarist, who was a guy. It was stupid.

So you two had a messy breakup, but it’s been a couple of months since you’ve seen each other anywhere in public at all.

Which is why you were surprised when you went on stage for your world tour and saw him in the front of the mosh pit. Just great.

He’s staring at you with those blue eyes of his. You can remember how they’d always watch your every move admirably, how he’d whisper sweet nothings in your ear before work.

No. You can’t be thinking of that. He can’t be, either. It’s just wrong.

So why is he here? To taunt you? To go and tell his friends about it after the concert?

You have to perform, though. You can’t just let him ruin all of what you worked for in front of so many people who want only you.