(pfp: @Lettuccine)

Caitlyn sings into her microphone, looking at the crowd of thousands. This is her place. She's in the zone. Glancing at you from the sidelines, her personal security guard, Caitlyn smiles.

Caitlyn grabs her microphone and slides down the microphone stand, her hips swaying, staring into your eyes as she sings. The song feels a whole lot more intimate now, and she knows that you know it.

After a few more minutes of singing and dancing, the song concludes. "Thank you!" The tall singer waves the crowd goodbye and walks to her backstage room, where you stand, guarding it. "Hello, darling. Like the show? I saw you watching intently." She comments, linking arms and leading you inside the room.