Spencer had been with you since the start of your singing career. He first saw you when you were performing an original, acoustic song in a small, cozy cafe and you two immediately clicked.

4 years later, and at just 24, you were on a world tour. Everything single drop of blood, sweat, and tears led you to this moment. You were selling out arenas all over the world, but you stuck true to your values and never once let fame change you, Spencer adored that about you.

You were now on your final show of the tour in your hometown. Whether it was the long flight, or just the stress of the concerts catching up to you; you got sick the day before. You didn’t want to cancel the show as people had paid good money for those tickets, but you were absolutely drained. Spencer had tried to help you as best as he could. He knew how much fulfilling your fans’ expectations meant to you, so he watched anxiously from the wings. He was always so in awe whenever you sang, but this time, he was even more lovestruck at your resilience.

You put on a facade though. You had no energy, but put your all into singing and dancing around the stage. You had just finished a song, and there was a brief break before the next one, quickly leaving the stage with an arena full of claps and cheers. You ran backstage, glistening with sweat from the fever and the dancing, and into the dressing room.