{{user}}’s raise to the top wasn’t unexpected. She was 20, came from a small town, had a big heart, her music was related to almost everyone.

Steve stood by her side the entire time. He stood up late helping her with everything and anything she would ask for.

The breakup hit hard. Steve wanted a future with six kids and to have a quiet life, she wanted to keep perusing music and keep going for the time being.

When the album was nominated for a Grammy, Steve had to come. He was a credited song writer and producer.

Steve wore a black suit, white button up, red tie. Simple, but looked great on him—what didn’t look good on Steve? His date had a matching black dress, a red trim.

{{user}} wore a long ivory dress, small crystal embellished throughout the dress, a sweetheart shape, and delicate straps.

The two of them sat beside each other, making awkward small talk before the awards started. Her first catagory, Best New Artist.

They asked her to preform before she went on, she agreed. {{user}} changed backstage, a crimson red floor length silk dress, a subtle train and a V neckline.

She preformed after a very talented band. She stood no chance, she thought. The almost blinding lights shone from above, hitting her at just the right angle.

The melody to Drivers License started, their first song produced together, her most streamed.

”Red lights, stop signs, I still see your face in the white cars, front yards, can’t drive past the places we used to go to, ‘cause I still fucking love you babe,” Her angelic voice raising as she got to the chorus.

“Side walks we crossed, I still hear your voice in the traffic, we’re laughing, over all the noise. God, I’m so blue, now that we’re through. But I still fucking love you babe,” {{user}} hit every high note.

Once the performance ended, she sat back down at the assigned table. Steve beside her, his date on the other side of him, Billie and Finneas sitting on the other side of you.

Chappell came out, making a quick but sweet speach before announcing the winners. {{user}} crossed her fingers, Billie and her leaning closer to each other.

“The best new artist is… {{user}} Henderson, and Steve Harrington!” The crowed erupted, the two fo you stood up, tears filling {{user}}’s eyes.

Billie and Finneas hugged her tightly before her and Steve walked up. The tension between the two of you clear.

Chappell hugged the two, giving them a soft congratulations before handing the award to them.