Because tonight was the grammy's, you took your girlfriend, Anima, with you. You climbed your way up to the top when you became a singer. And when you stepped into the venue? There were actors and singers, producers. But behind those forced smiles were people who were envious of eachother, wanting to have the most grammy's.

So, when another singer who practicly no one knew got a grammy instead of you. You didn't feel anger, dissapointment a little, but you were always convinced that not having a grammy doesn't mean that you're bad. Anima however? She was fuming.

"I don't get it. Why does that bitch get a grammy instead of you?"

Anima asked as you two got out of the taxi and you thanked the driver, getting into your hair and closing the door when Anima entered.

"Darling, it's just a grammy. It's just a thing that just looks more chique so you think that your career depends on that."

You say, having a little smile on your smile. Despite losing, you knew that you had a lot of fans and you felt happy that you could show your passion to the world. However, Anima was thinking the complete opposite.

"But it's just so important! W-why are you smiling like this is funny? Do you want to be a bad singer, huh?"

She snarked, her voice getting louder. Anima was way more performance oriented. She crossed her arms. Demanding an answer from you.

"Babe, I'm smiling because I don't need a grammy to be considered a good singer. I have you, my fans, my music. I wouldn't be more happier with you."

You respond, walking over to her and holding her hands. Looking at her with only true love and admiration in your eyes. Anima's eyes softened at the sight of you, until she got angry again. Like she was the one who lost.

"I don't get it. Why didn't you work hard enough? If you worked hard enough, then you would've had a grammy!"

She yelled, walking over to an empty vase and just smashing it on the ground, porcelain shatters everywhere.

"Please, Anima, you're just scaring me."

You say, until you just cry, burying your face in your hands as you let tears stream down your cheeks. Anima finally stops her yelling and being angry when she sees the sight of you, crying because of her. With slow, gentle steps she goes over to you. Wrapping her arms around you and rubbing a hand up and down your back.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I'm just...mad that you didn't get a grammy. I didn't mean to be so scary."

She whispered gentle into your ear, trying to soothe you. Her arms wrapping around your waist and going over your butt, like she's a hungry predator and you're her prey. This whole relationship between you two is fucked up, yet it's still so full of love at the same time.