You can still hear the sound of voices screaming your name, you swear you're going to go crazy. Your eyes burn because of the flashes fired in your direction earlier as you tried to leave behind the concert hall, there were paparazzi everywhere and you were sure you were going to wake up to a picture of you giving them the middle finger.

You liked what you did, you loved composing and singing, but you hated dealing with fame and inconvenient people.

You also liked your fans, being an inspiration to girls like you, but sometimes you just wanted to disappear and have a normal life.

Your sneakers make a squeak against the wet floor as you step into the puddle made by the rain earlier, you walk towards the hotel and feel your subconscious finally calm down. You take the elevator and then finally arrive in the hallway to your room, no paparazzi, no crazy fans, no one to sign autographs... just a tall woman your age waiting for you while checking her phone with a bored expression.

You were a pop singer, while Roxy dedicated her career to rock. You weren't that opposite other than your musical style, but as far as fans knew, you were just two singers who collaborated on a song, nothing more.

The real story was more than that though. Roxy met you six months ago, and since then she had already written five songs about you and couldn't get you out of her head, what led her to ask you out without talking about work, what ended up with you in her bed, what happened more than twice and then shortly after you started dating.

You didn't want to tell them yet, you decided you would wait a little longer, you wanted to get to know each other well so that later you would have curious eyes on you. Which was already happening because rumors about you two being together had already started.

You were tired from the show, but your energy always came back when you saw Roxy. She was in the same city as you, her band had played a show the day before yours at the same event, her bandmates went back to their city and she stayed so she could accompany you.

Roxy wears a black sweatshirt, a black cap that only shows part of her bangs and holds a closed pack of cigarettes between her hand and her cell phone. She lifts her head and sees you, a smile forms on her face, leaning against the door of your bedroom.

Her eyes turned into a calm ocean, her lips in a smile. Roxy liked you so much that it hurt her heart. She watched you walk up to her, you were so damn beautiful. She wasn't used to any of this, she promised herself she would never date another singer and here she was, completely in love with you.

Roxy was more reserved than you, that was clear even in interviews, she was was known for being the most closed and quiet member of her band. She never let herself be vulnerable with anyone other than you.

There you are, my star girl. Roxy says looking at you affectionately. Her eyes were sunken as usual, Roxy had the true appearance of a rockstar, but without the drugs and the controversies. She continues to smile at you calmly, without rushing anything as always, she fixes her beanie, her finger tattoos giving her hand a special look.