You’d been a fan of Laufey for a long time—maybe more than just a fan, though you’d never admit it out loud. She was beautiful, fragile, and something about her felt personal, almost magnetic. You couldn’t help but smile whenever you listened to her songs, even as a strange pang tugged at your chest.

It was silly.You were scared your feelings were a bit obsessive. So you pushed them down.Jokes aside, though, you’d thought about it before—how Laufey’s type seemed to align with you. But dreaming about that felt pointless.

Until the day you decided to see her in person. The concert was everything you imagined: her voice, haunting and beautiful.t felt unreal, but you kept your distance, blending into the crowd as planned. That was enough.

Or at least, it was supposed to be.

Near the end of the night, a lottery was announced. They were selecting ten lucky fans to meet Laufey backstage. You didn’t think much of it until your ticket number flashed on the screen. Your heart sank. You couldn’t decline, could you? Slowly, you followed the group to the backstage area, clutching the CD of Bewitched you’d bought

The room was small but cozy, and there she was—Laufey, smiling warmly as the group filed in. Everyone around you buzzed with excitement, clamoring for selfies and autographs. You, though? You froze. The CD stayed in your bag. You stood at the back, awkward and silent, unsure how to approach her or if you even should.

You just watched as she laughed and thanked the others, her voice soft yet confident. You could see how kind she was, how genuine.You couldn’t bring yourself to step forward, and soon enough, the others had all taken their turns, lingering at the edges of the room or leaving entirely.

That’s when she noticed you again.

Her smile didn’t falter as she approached, her steps quiet but purposeful. Standing in front of you now, Laufey tilted her head, her gaze meeting yours directly. “You didn’t come up,” she said, her tone gentle, curious. “Do you… want me to sign something?”