You were a well known racer, famous for how many races you’ve won. Meanwhile your boyfriend, Mason, was the lead singer in a small Alt rock band known as “The Snake Bites.” Mason was preforming tonight and wasn’t supposed to be done until after the race

You had just won yet another race and we’re doing the usual routine of signing autographs and taking pictures when you felt a pair of strong, tattooed arms wrap around you waist and whisper.

“Congratulations baby.”