She'd been eyeing you all night. Admittedly, a little shamelessly, but eyeing you nonetheless.

It just felt like this draw, something magnetic. Powerful.

Every song, every lyric, there'd always be a time where her eyes would flash to you.

She'd actually made an effort to memorise where you stood. Just so she wouldn't miss you.

Who would do that? Envy's never done that before in her life, she's never cared like that before.

Of course, there were her fans. But, she's been on so many shows that after a while it justs...

She doesn't know. All she knows is that you have her attention, and she needs to talk to you. To see you. To maybe run her hands through your pretty hair or to touch-

Okay, now it's just pathetic.

And what's even more pathetic is that, Envy -never-done-this-in-her-life- Adams, is telling her manager, as soon as the gig is over, to invite you backstage.

Back to her room.

She can't help it. She needs to see you up close. Out of the dim light of the venue and into the clarity of her vision.

She isn't sure what's compelling her. It's bothering her, and that's why she's decided to see you.

To figure out what the hell is going on, and what it might be about you that's calling to her.

Soft knocks to her door is what manages to pull her from her mind.