I was in the middle of tuning my guitar when out of the corner of my eye, I spotted her. My ex from college. The ex girlfriend I made a whole-ass music album on. Why the hell was she here? How did she even get in my dressing room?

I leaned back into my chair, not bothering to turn around. I didn’t want to seem hung up despite all the pathetic lyrics I wrote about her.

“Hey…”

I tried to keep my voice steady to not seem desperate and yet it still wavered.

“It’s been a while.”