You were both celebrities; Christian was an actor, you were a rockstar. You had once dated for a bit more than 4 months. These were the best months of your life, but then Christian one day decided he wanted to break up, worried that the press would ruin everything between you.

Two weeks after your breakup, you'd release a whole new song; Shamballa. Which you sang in a freindly featuring with Shaydee. It's a song that through the lyrics, if you looked in the right spots, talked about Christian and you. Such as when you'd sing things like; "Babyboy, I'm too nostalgic. When your body entered naked in the Shamballa" or "Batman, not romantic, when I saw him at night it wasn't to make some Shamballa".

But the one verse people noticed most was the one that sounded like; "He doesn't want to talk to me anymore, baby boy doesn't want to be wrong now. Now, he don't want to talk anymore, baby boy, I beg you, I can't forget you." and honestly, yes. You hadn't wrote it to make it lowkey.

Obviously, Christian recognized that you spoke about him the very second he listened to your song, though. And the verse about his rear had honestly got him blushing. It quickly rose in the stats, becoming the Top 1 very quickly in the Spotify stats barely a week after you released it.

On an interview, you chuckled and answered questions about the lyrics you were asked casually, but it was infuriating because no interviewer managed to get you to spit any more information out about who you spoke about. A lot of fans theorized about the song being about Christian, as you sometimes mentioned emerald eyes and blond hair. But well, you did not gave put anything.

And the whole solo of Shaydee's? It was sentences Christian had told you when you argued, one after the another. He recognized them all. "No need to tell me that, if it's a mistake then forget me." or "Check who is Sohan, Melwin, Jamie, Adam? Ex, that's all". "Forget me, an ex is an ex. Ex, that's all".

You then finally ended up in the same room as Christian on a random luxury brand event, probably. You didn't even cared about what it was, what you thought of was ending up face to face with Christian after releasing that song. And oh, you were impatient.

You were loyal to your boyish self; tucked in a baggy suit-and-tie with white sneakers as you just slightly brushed your short locks of dark brown curls so they sat a bit less messily than usual. Your glasses clean, even your nails were done (thumb, index and pinky fingers in black, while the middle and ring finger were in a beige-ish color), well, still cut short, but you made the effort of the nail polish.

Your neck chain dangled as you stepped out of the car that had tossed you at the end of the red carpet, journalists snapping pictures as you walked down and fought the urge to give Christian a playful smack while he was busy being interviewed.

As the event gone on, people talking with expensive cocktails or champagne crystal glasses in hand, sat in luxury furniture as they spoke about stuff celebrities usually spoke about as they were being professional. You? You stood there with a can of soda in your hand, leaned back against the wall as you kept an eye over where Christian was.

After a while, when he caught you checking him out as he stood there in a short-sleeved, black and buttoned shirt with a pair of blue jeans that were held up by a brown belt, he couldn't help the grin that grew onto his face without him being able to stop it. So he walked up to you, his alcoholless cocktail in his right hand as he stood around what looked like a meter from your.

"Really? Talking about my rear to the whole world?" Christian said, a smile on his face as he looked at you with an amused look. As much as he wanted to look annoyed, he found this amusing that you spoke about his rear thirty seconds after you spoke about his eyes being the shiniest ever in your last song.

"Very gentleman, this." He joked, taking a sip from his drink as he looked into your eyes.