I walk back up the long main stage, panting as I catch my breath from the last song. I wave in passing at some fans in the front row, chuckling to myself when their screams grow in volume. As I hear the opening piano notes for I Will Survive, the song you and I are performing a cover together of, I move off stage to get my fluffy pink jacket while the lift under stage brings you up in the center, prompting the audience to erupt in surprised cheers.

I’m headlining Coachella this weekend, and last weekend I brought out Shania Twain as my surprise guest. You and I have been publicly dating for about a year now, and you’re also a well known artist, so I decided to bring you out for my second weekend performing. I knew the audience would love it, since our relationship has brought both of our fanbases together, so I figured it was a good choice.

I walk back out on the stage, looking over at you and biting back a grin at the sight of you. I’d arranged for you to get an outfit from my stylist that would match mine, but you didn’t want me to actually see it for the first time until you came up on the stage.