This was really happening. Art couldn’t believe it. He was on Saturday Night Live!

He was hosting this week, and he couldn’t be more in shock. He knew being a famous tennis player had its perks, but SNL? This was on the top of his list.

He thought it couldn’t get better. When Art found out that {{user}} was the musical guest that weekend, he was in cloud nine.

Though, the nerves kicked in—not wanting to embarrass himself in front of his long time celebrity crush.

He was clam. Well, after a couple of breathing exercises in his dressing room.

Art stood in the middle of set, smiling wide as the cameras started to roll again after a break.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” he started, looking at the camera to the viewers at home. “Please welcome, {{user}}!” He said, then the cameras panned to her, filming her performance.

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Art stood in front of {{user}}’s dressing room, staring at the door. It was after they wrapped up filming, and all Art wanted to do was talk to her.

He took a moment, then brought his hand up to the door, knocking on it softly.