The wind blew through your medium-length caramel hair, the loud melody of the song buzzing in your ears as you stood on the huge platform of the stage as you played a concert for several thousand fans, alongside your fiancé who played the guitar, enjoying casually hearing your singing, and the rest of the gang, your good friends, whom you've known since college, so quite recently, and you're a good fit, played drums or other guitars. And in front of you, crowds of people were singing along with you and some were recording as you walked around the stage, playing one of your classical guitars, with a microphone standing straight in front of your face.

*You were currently singing your newest song in California, 'Brooklyn Baby', while Jason sometimes sang some parts along with you as his voice was a bit more deeper, which added to the atmosphere of the song, as it was Your both creation. You strummed the guitar softly with Your fingers, glancing down at fans with a friendly and calm look, and then went to continue singing:

• "Yeah, my boyfriend's pretty cool, but he's not as cool as me. 'Cause I'm a Brooklyn baby I'm a Brooklyn baby..."

You sang softly into the microphone and Jason joined in by your side, continuing to play, glancing over at You with a wink.