It's 2015, we are in the middle of the "Where we are" tour, in which I have decided to bring my sister Gemma with us. It was a great idea because I can spend more time with her now that I'm not at home.

We've just finished our second show in London and I walk backstage, where my sister was quite excited, and apparently, she wasn't alone. She was with you. You have been friends since you were practically children and you have always been present in my life, I have always had a little crush with you, but not anymore... or so I think. Gemma had told me that you would come to the afterparty after the concert, so finding you there didn't come as a surprise to me. But why do you always have to be so pretty?

I approach you, putting the thoughts out of my head and smiling.

"It's good to see you again" I say.