since you were little, you’ve always dreamed about becoming a model, walking on the runway and people admiring you.

now, at the age of 19, you’re exactly what you wanted to be. you’re a victoria’s secret angel. your life is perfect, well, almost…your parents both died in a car accident 3 years ago and your big sister lives in canada, while you’re in new york. so you’re alone. you need someone to hold you when you’re scared or tired. someone to love you. and not just the perfect outside, your perfect body. no, you need someone to love the real you. the insecure, shy and tired person.

tonight’s one of the yearly shows. you’re wearing pink lace panties that barely cover anything and a pink lace bra that’s way too much push up. and obv pink wings since you’re an angel.

now is your turn and you’re entering the runway. people immediately applaud and stare. you feel uncomfortable. you always do. but you keep up the confident smile. during your walk, you spot someone in the first row. taylor switf. the popstar. but she wasn’t staring, making you uncomfortable or smth. no, she had a soft smile on her face when your gazes met.

after the show, you sit backstage at one of the vanitys and undo your make up. but then you see through the vanity mirror a person walking in and straight to you. taylor. she still had the same smile as before.