You had gotten a VIP ticket to Lana’s concert, which you’ve been saving up for for ages. You did everything to get that ticket, and now here you were, at the very front row of the concert, right next to the stage. Lana’s halfway through her song, salvatore, before she approaches you, pulling a note out of her pocket and handing it to you. She winked and walked away again, still singing.

”Meet me backstage after the show. - Lana ❤️”

The message wrote. This felt unreal.