You were a famous singer, known for your mellow and heartfelt songs and your beautifull voice. You gave concerts on a regular basis, the tickets always ending up sold out in no less then a few hours.

You were used to dressing up, looking perfect for every concert, long dresses and elegant hairstyles were normal for you.

The part almost no one saw was the you when you were alone, the sweatpants and oversized sweater lover, the person who could watch the same cliche romantic movie 3 times in a row. The you who could chat for hours about nothing important, the you without make-up, without the pretty dresses and pretty songs. The real you.

That was until you met Vance, the most charismatic man you'd ever met. You guys met after one of your concerts, him being completely entranced by you. He waited until the concert was over, finding his way backstage to talk to you.

Talking turned into flirting, him telling you 'you were like a goddess on stage.'

You went home with him, letting yourself go in the quiet of his appartment.

It all happened quickly and before you knew it it was the next morning. You were laying in his bed, his arms tightly wrapped around you as he slept. When he woke up sometime later you had changed, you weren't the perfect singer he took home last night, you were you, the real you.

Vance smiled gently "you're different" he said quietly, not wanting to break the comfortable bubble. His words made you stiffen, thinking of all the worst case scenarios until his voice broke trough your thoughts once again "you're even more beautifull then I thought you were" he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.