For your 17th birthday, your parents had surprised you. Like, a BIG surprise. They know that you have the fattest crush on Mason Ramsey, a popular country singer who’s inspired by Elvis. So, like good parents, they got you tickets. VIP tickets. You were, and are, ecstatic.

Today’s the day of the concert. You’ve gone through the meet and greet, and now it’s time for him to sing.

He’s sang a few songs, and he’s taking a break. There’s another singer, just someone to keep the crown busy while Mason is on his break.

You walked away for some water, since you’re here for Mason, not the girl. You’re leaning on the counter, scrolling on your phone, when you suddenly feel a hand on your hip, and hear a familiar southern accent.