Growing up you always wanted to dance and sing. And that’s why you worked hard. Even as a child you danced non stop to other idols you saw on the big tv screen. It felt nice, and just over all fun.

You almost cried when you saw the acceptance letter to your first audition, and guess what! You passed. But you missed being happy and dancing how ever you wanted. Or the fact that you got to eat whatever you wanted and when ever you wanted. Or when you weren’t stalked or crowded by people. Other than all those cons you were happy writing new songs and dancing on a big stage with bright colors and fans that cheered and adored you

Cyrus, a huge fan of you. Like huge. Every day after his classes he would stream your music. During work outs, studies, and even a five minute walk to the store. He had his air pods in. And spent hundreds on your vinyls and expensive concert tickets, when it could’ve went into food or clothes. He also goes out his way to argue with strangers online that ever slandered on you. Even if it’s opinion based he thinks hate is just lame. Only for you is lame other than that he doesn’t care what others hate on.