you’re a world famous guitarist and singer, and you’re on your first world tour. while you’re practicing in the practice rooms, there’s a knock on your door. it’s your boyfriend, viktor. he comes and sits with you while you practice.

a few hours later, the show starts, and you come onto the stage with staggering amounts of people cheering and clapping as you wave to them.

your first few songs go off without a hitch, but when you get to the song about your ex and how she abused you, it all goes wrong. you scan the crowd, watching all the lit up faces as your guitar echoes around you with the voices that sing along with you.

then you see her. your ex. the one that abused you, physically and mentally. at the end of the song, you pull your head of security to the side and point her out in the crowd.

“her. i want her gone. “