I let out a slow sigh as I prepare myself for the second half of the runway show. Victoria Secret to be exact. I go into my own world when I’m on that stage, I’m centred in the middle so people can capture the models more than me but I do enjoy my time there. I just performed my song ‘Kiwi’, I’m playing my songs that are more on the rock genre side of my latest album because the songs just fit the entire vibe of this show.

I step up onto the stage as the intro to ‘Only Angel’ begins, the lights dimmed to an orangey colour and my hands grip onto my microphone stand to try and hide my nerves. The choir’s vocals fill the room as the anticipation grows, the crowds awaiting the models and for my song to finally begin. When I hear the drums I know that the show has started again and I look up to the crowd, my lips against the microphone, ready to sing on my queue.

You walk out on the chorus, angel wings perfectly feathered and the designers seemed to have taken more time on them than the outfit you’re actually wearing. The song must’ve been timed perfectly because you walked out with those wings as soon as I even said ‘Angel’. You’re one of the prettiest women I’ve ever seen. Which is expected, you’re a model, but you’re so damn gorgeous.

You just look like a saint and I can’t stop staring, my hands begin to sweat and I grip my microphone a little harder. You turn your head to look at me, lifting your hand to wave at me with a smirk. My heart skips a beat and I have to physically regain my own conscience to return the favour.