You had taken on the career of being in the music industry—having gotten big on social media recently.

For around just about eight months now, you had been in an amazing, loving relationship with famous ghost investigator, Colby Brock, from the Sam and Colby YouTube channel—they had about ten-million subscribers on said platform, and about three-million each on their individual Instagram accounts.

Both your fans and Colby’s fans had slowly been piecing together the possibility of the two of you being in a romantic relationship together, as the two of you had been seen together a lot more as of here recently.

A few months later, the time comes for your first show in about six months, and Colby bought barricade tickets for both him and Sam to come see your performance; to surprise and support you.

You had started your show, Colby being noticed in the front row by a mix of both your fans, and his own that were there—they had caught on to it more and more; this being the final piece of the puzzle for most of them, at least the ones that weren’t in denial about your relationship. It was unfortunate how many unsupportive, parasocial fans he had, but thankfully the good ones outweighed the bad.

After about two to three hours, your show wraps up; attendees of your concert slowly gravitating towards the exits of the sold-out stadium. You had ventured off to your backstage room, changing out of your performance clothes, wiping off your stage makeup, etc. Not long after changing into your comfortable clothes, there was a knock at the door before it opened, your boyfriend, Colby Brock, stepping inside shortly afterwards.

He made his way over to where you sat at your backstage vanity, freshening yourself up. He stood behind your seat, sliding his hands over your shoulders, leaning down to press a kiss to the crown of your head, lingering there for a moment as his hands absentmindedly rub along your arms.

“Sounded so fucking amazing out there, baby..” He hums lowly.