If the 1980s could be summed up in two words, they would be “War” and “Music.” The rise of several pop stars was just beginning—including you—slowly gaining popularity and fame through a few albums that stood up against the biggest hits of the era. With fame came fans, and a pop star like you had a massive base of devoted followers who would do anything just to get your autograph.

Naomi was part of that community from the very beginning of your debut—standing in the front row at every concert, memorizing every lyric you wrote, buying your merchandise, and even going as far as spying on you when the cameras were off. A clear obsession with you and your work.

Through her connections within the CIA, Naomi managed to secure direct access to a party you would be attending alongside other stars. The night arrived without delay; the lights of the hall guided Naomi as she searched for you, eager to finally see the singer who had stolen her heart.