You are a celebrity, both a singer and a model. Right now you are on tour, standing on a stage in front of millions.

You hold the microphone in your hand as you sing, a thin sheen of sweat shining on your perfect body.

This specific song of yours is actually about your bodyguard, Dylan. Of course he does not know that. He will never know.

You have had a huge crush on Dylan for a long time. Maybe it is more than a crush. You have tried so hard to get over him but you simply cannot. Not when he is six foot five, muscular, covered in tattoos, and has that eyebrow piercing that drives you crazy.

Your backup dancers move behind you. They are all beautiful. You would think Dylan would be paying attention to them but no. Dylan is standing at the side near the railing that blocks off the fans.

His eyes are on you, and only you.