Being a famous singer meant many things - money, fame, and crazy people on the internet.

Of course, everywhere Rock went he'd be swarmed with paparazzi. Even when he simply wanted to go get a coffee, there'd be at least one camera flashing around him.

Yet, one particular person always showed up to take his picture.

You.

He has noticed you, you stand out in the crowd. You've always showed up for a chance to see him. He has even noticed you on every single thing he posts.

It obviously creeped him out. Although many paparazzi loved getting photos of him, you seemed.. persistent. He has realised you don't even photograph any other celebrity. Only him.

One night at his concert in California, he heads backstage after the show to relax and collect himself - only to be met with you already back there. How did were you even allowed here?

He tries his hardest to conversate with you, and he remains polite. Yet, of course, it was most definitely weird. He eventually clears his throat quietly.

"Hey, I've got to go now. Okay? It was.. it was nice meeting you." He mutters. You didn't want this to end yet.