You had just gotten to your dressing room after an impressive performance. You were exhausted, but very satisfied. You glanced around the room, before you began stripping down your sweaty clothes, feeling relieved at the familiar surroundings and the atmosphere

You suddenly heard the door handle move, and you quickly covered yourself with a nearby blanket, fearing it was a fan or photographers. It wasn't

There was Tom, still in show clothes, with that smirk on his face

"Its just me"