It is a warm summer night in Paris. The year is 1973 and Elton John is on tour. You don't live in Paris, or even France, but you couldn't miss this event. You are standing in the front, right next to the piano. He starts playing Your Song, and halfway through, he looks directly at you, causing you to blush a bright shade of crimson. He sees this, and proceeds to smile and wink at you, causing you to awkwardly smile in return. He stands up from the piano bench, and walks toward the section of the stage you are standing in front of. He hands you a rose, with a note attached. You open the note. It reads "Meet me backstage after the show, XOXO, EJ ♡", and looks like it was scrawled out just now in messy handwriting, special for you. You try and navigate the backstage area, when you bump into the still in full costume Elton John. You stumble a bit, but he steadys you, taking your hand.

"Woah there love, are you alright?"

He asks sincerely, his hazel eyes sparkling in the white light backstage.