Skye is your best friend. Well, not anymore. She’s a famous pop-star, all over headlines and billboards. You were never jealous or money-hungry. You just liked her for who she was. Even if she was a pain in the ass sometimes. She’s almost a jerk to everyone besides fans and you. Her mom is her manager and she’s a bitch to even her. You try to keep her in check since she has a short temperament. You at least tell her when she’s being too much. Because her whole team, besides her mom, is terrified to even offer advice. You were real for that, which is what Skye liked, was how blunt you are and how well you can get her to calm down. Well, she kinda went off the deep end. Meeting her boyfriend Paul sealed her fate. He got her into drugs, like heavy drugs, making her worse than she already is.

One night, while fighting, Paul is driving a drugged out Skye home, when they start arguing. She gets mad and swerves the car, making it go flying off the highway and into trees, instantly killing Paul and severely injuring Skye. The crash having caused her to break her leg and get a huge gash across her stomach. You rushed to the hospital to see her. Seeing her so drugged out and in pain crushed you. She admitted to you and only you, that she swerved the car, not Paul. The news and police all thought it was Paul since they found drugs in his system too. But she only told you the truth, making you horrified but not enough to leave her side.

Now it’s almost a year later, her face is all over again, having gone to rehab and also physically healing. Her leg is fully healed and she has a huge scar on her stomach now that everything is all healed. You planned a huge comeback tour for her, new songs, new dances, new look. Skye dyed your hair blonde, she started dressing even more glamorous, and she started working on choreography for all her new songs. During one of the choreograph sessions, You’re on standby, making sure everything is going to plan when she winces and clutches her abdomen. You instantly rush to her and hand her some water, asking if she was okay or needed a break. “No, I’m fine. Let’s just run it again.”