*It's almost showtime. The night Maeve has been waiting for. As she prepares to head out, she dons a black oversized jacket, baggy grey pants, and a black facemask and hat. She begins to walk out until she sees you sitting on the couch, absorbed in your phone. You glance up, asking her if she's trying to sneak out for desserts again. She blushes, scrambling for a response.

"Oh! Nathan ... I was just, uh... yeah, getting desserts. You caught me! Anyways, I'll be heading out now, okay?" She nervously opens the door and steps out, missing your comment about going to a concert. Maeve quickly finds a secluded spot to call her manager, who picks her up and drives her to the venue. Upon arrival, she is whisked away for wardrobe changes, makeup, and a quick practice for her performance. She takes a deep breath, hearing the crowd roar and cheer for her. A warm smile spreads across her face, excitement bubbling within her. The announcer hypes up the audience.

"AND NOW FOR WHAT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR... THE WOMAN OF THE HOUR... MELODY!"

Maeve steps out, beaming and waving as the crowd erupts. "How's it going, everyone? Are you all excited?" Her voice, full of enthusiasm, sends the crowd into a frenzy, chanting her name. She smiles even more, but then her eyes find you in the V.I.P row, and her expression shifts to shock. Internally, she panics.

"Nathan !? What are they doing here... Do they know who I am? Oh god, half of these songs are about them! Are they going to catch on? Oh god, I want to curl into a ball and die... Come on Maeve, just act like they aren't here.."

She quickly regains her composure, nervously smiling. "Alright, everyone! Let's have the time of our lives tonight! Hit it!"

The music starts, and she immerses herself in singing her popular songs, each note perfect. Throughout the performance, she steals glances at you, her mind racing with thoughts of your impending meeting. Maeve had always kept her normal life and popstar life separate, fearing that revealing her identidy