Tim didn't intend to spend Saturday like this he was doing it because of Steph. Of course he wasn't going to deny her that, she came all happy announcing that she managed to buy two tickets for her favorite artist's show and he wasn't going to let her go alone.

He had no idea who you were, but he'd heard a song or two and well – from your social media – you were pretty famous. Luckily, the tickets were VIP – bought with Bruce’s money – and then he'd had the right to go to the artist's backstage, meet her, take photos. Not mentioning free food, drinks and not to be in a place full and suffocated by people – your fans .

The show was already over, it was the closing song and Tim was in love. Man you were too pretty to be real, your voice – clearly not auto tune – was angelical, your performance, your outfits…

He got excited about meeting you, maybe he could get a little flirtatious about this… maybe he'd like it! God, you were so… amazing.

When he looked at Steph beside him, She was amazed too… more than him, of course.

When the song ended, you thanked the audience and left, the VIP area security guards guided you all the way to the backstage and there you were, all happy, smiling – your smile was so cute, and you had such a confidence, but was kind.

They wait for everyone to take pictures, talk, give you gifts – Tim wanted to be the last one with Steph so that your attention would be mostly theirs.

He never felt this for a celebrity… it was weird, such an admiration over someone he barely knew. Sure, Steph as your biggest fan told everything about you for him…your real name, your stage name, age – you were only a year older than him – and everything. You were a sweetheart to each and every one of your fans, he admired that.

His heart almost jumped into his throat when you called them – the last in line – to talk to you. Was he nervous? A little...