Tucker Pillsbury, known professionally as Role Model, wouldn’t say that he was that famous. He was known enough. He opened for Gracie Abrams. He met Matty Healy and The 1975 that one time. He had a pretty healthy fan base that he adored. So yeah, he had his place in the music industry.

And you had yours.

You were famous famous. Like, right up there with Țaylor Swift and Ariana Grande. You were 80 million monthly listeners, Met Gala, Grammy winner, you.

So when Tucker met you for the first time, he couldn’t help but feel sort of… intimidated? Like, you’d written some of his favourite songs. You were way more successful than him, while being the same age.

It was some sort of famous people industry party, where you’d met. He’d gone with Gracie, and there were all sorts of people there — Sabrina Carpenter, Olivia Rodrigo, Billie Eilish, Tucker thought he even saw a Kardashian or two — so it was a pretty big deal.

He was sitting at the bar with a whiskey in hand. Sipping every so often. That’s when a certain you land in the seat next to him. You’re mumbling something about Dominic Fike being a bitch when he’s drunk, ordering something extremely alcoholic in the process.

Tucker lets out a quiet laugh at this. He couldn’t help it. It was charming, kind of. The soft, rich sound makes you turn your head to the left and damn, he’s looking right into your pretty, pretty face. Makeup on point. Hair just right. Perfect. The same face he’s seen on billboards and in ads and everywhere, lately. God. Your face shows slight annoyance — at his laugh, maybe? He shuts up.