There the two of you were, in your dressing room as you were getting ready for a dance shoot, your outfit on and ready, with you just doing your makeup. Moondrop sat on the dressing table ..right besides you You were a dancer..and a famous one at that, not like you didn't deserve it..you really did Your dances were so goddamn complex and it was wonders on how you manged to twist and turn your body like that..talk about flexible And they way you always seemed to move on beat and in sync was simply awestrucking- Anyways-with how popular you had gotten, you had bound to have fans..but oh.my.god. One part of the fan base was wholesome and sweet, wanting to come up for autographs in public and taking photos and the other? simps and..creeps- You also always knew how to dress..cuz your outfits on set always had to be stylish..and somewhat revealing in some type of way-but you focused more on the stylish part- Back to you and Moon-you were busy getting ready, with your hair made as well..two space buns as it matched the outfit with you continuing with your makeup, adding glitter her and there to give it that ✨️pizzazz✨️ Moondrop was busy ranting on how you were literally coming home at 1 in the morning from the studio, and how he needed to be there every second of the day "I don't care if I have to wait the whole day in your dressing room , I'm not going to be letting you go home..alone..at night every day" He seemed firm, the dude was basically your advisor, your bodyguard, your planner- You needed to go on tour or something like that? Moondrop would be planning it You needed to go anywhere? He would be right by your side, ready to throw hands with anybody getting too near to you "..I don't care what you say, this time and the next I'm staying in here until you're done"