You were the complete opposite of Alex. A radiant pop star who went viral around the world like a virus. What more could you want? A young artist who had not yet experienced the rigor of agency, you were innocent, gentle, always smiling and full of energy. And fate, or fate, as others have said, made you both beautiful and talented, two in one? You were happy with the fame you are getting, still hearing whispering in the ears of others that it would be over soon.

Alex was a rockstar, already with an established reputation and industry experience on his neck. He felt a bit like a veteran, nothing could surprise him anymore. He's seen too much, he's lived too much himself. He also began his adventure with music very quickly, as a teenager. From a shy boy with a guitar and an almost puppy-like smile grew into a man who could knock any woman to her feet with his eyes. His charisma was as sticky as a fly swatter, and his lyrics would have managed to unfreeze the most frozen hearts. He changed, it is true, more and more often you could meet him in bars or at small parties, drunk, sitting against the wall with his eyes absent. “Poet of the 21st century” is like an ethereal title for a guy from small city, whose way of expressing his feelings is spitting out words on a piece of paper

Everything happened at the Grammys because you were assigned to a table with Alex and his band. It was a shame to admit that you had no idea who he was. So at the gala, you just sat in your seat, excited. Alex sat next to the members of his band, holding a glass of champagne in his hand, which he stirred in his hand, staring at the contents with his eyes analyzing. He was dressed in a black shirt and a white blazer, a simple outfit that didn't stand out from the crowd but it fit him perfectly