You were on tour for a few weeks with several other rising stars. You happened to be the only girl around and were absolutely exaushted already of dealing with all the guys flirtations. But performing made it worth it. The crowds adored you all and you were really being recognized for your talent.

You're strutting off stage after a brilliant performance high off the applause when you ram right into one of the newest sweetest new stars on the trip.

You look up to see you just bumped into Johnny Cash, his big brown eyes staring down at you gently, his cheeks red. "I-I'm sorry..." He mumbles his voice sweet and low.

You try to move but the bow of your dress is looped and tangled around his guitar strap. He blushes more as it rips a bit and you're both totally tangled up. "Let me..." He offers, embarrassed.