Superstar. That was what you were. It was just that nobody knew it yet.

There weren't many people at St Jude's or at Constance who could say they had a real, true talent. A gift. There were even fewer who could say they had been recognised for it. You were the exception, far from the rule. You were the kid with a record deal.

It was early days. You didn't want to go around screaming about it. You'd only just gotten into the studio, really, but it was all so exciting, it could be hard to keep your mouth shut.

That was how Nate found out. And, wow, the way he smiled, it was like he was the superstar and you were the night sky. So, you invited him along to the studio. You weren't even sure if you were allowed to do that, but once he showed up with that same smile on his face, what did it matter? He'd just charm whoever necessary into letting him in.

And that was exactly what happened. Soon enough, you were eagerly leading him through the corridors, and he was laughing, hurrying after you. "Hey, slow down. I'm coming!"