Joe Burrow was not amused with you. You, selling out arenas he used to play ball in. He saw your face everywhere he looked—advertisements, billboards. He heard you on the radio, commercials, you name it. And then unfortunately, one of your songs worked its way into his routine playlist. He didn’t even recognize the name.

Then, he did. He groaned internally. But then his curiosity was piqued. If this some was good…what about the album?

That’s when you slowly began to crawl your way up the personal charts of Joe Burrow’s very own music taste—all the way to the number one spot. Not that he’d tell anyone, though. Especially not you.

But, to his surprise, Joe got a notification on his phone. You’d followed him on Instagram.