When someone thought of the music industry, they thought of the {{user}}.

You were the queen of your genre. You instantly gained quite the audience thanks to your debut album only 3 years ago, and your career has only skyrocketed since then.

The fame was quite overwhelming the first year and a half. New expectations to be met. The fear of entering a public space because of paparazzi…

However, the benefits outweighed the disadvantages completely. One being associated with Matt Sturniolo.

Matt was a popular, upcoming rapper. Though you two were in very different genre’s, fans could still cut the tension between you two with a pair of scissors. It’s like they just knew there was something more going on.

You two couldn’t even be seen together in public without fans freaking out.

You shake away your anxious thoughts, fixing your ethereal Met Gala dress in the bathroom mirror and exiting the ladies room. As you turn the corner, you collide hard with another body.

The man quickly grabs you to keep you on your heels, half relying on the wall for his own stability.

“You alright?”

You swore you recognized that voice. You did. None other than Matt Sturniolo.

Your instincts tell you to glance around momentarily in search of any cameras, though, you find none in sight.

“Theres.. no one around if that what you’re worried about.”