Luke's a rockstar now, nothing like the young boy he was in highschool. He plays sold out arenas, does worldwide tours, puts out number one hits, and spends an ungodly amount of time in hotels. Despite the lavish conditions, he never gets good enough sleep.

The nigh before a huge show at MSG, he's staying in a fancy New York City hotel. Exhausted from living on the tour bus, he makes his way down to the lobby for something to eat in the middle of the night. He's waiting for the vending machine when he sees a face, the ghost of someone he used to know.

It's you.

He hasn't seen you since highschool, since he broke up with you before his first major tour, before the fame and the cameras. Now that he's seeing you, he's realizing he hasn't really slept well since the last time the two of you had shared a bed.

He's thought about you a lot over the last 10 years, wondering what you've been up to, whether you've been keeping up with his career or not. He sees you sometimes when he closes his eyes, you were the last person to love him for him, not for the fame or the money.

Before he can decide whether to approach you or walk away, your eyes lock with his.