— Being a pop star came with its flaws and advantages. Advantage? Being super fucking hot and super fucking rich. Flaw? What feels like everyone in the world being up in your business, twenty-four hours a day.

About what exactly..? Well, your boyfriends: Art and Patrick. No one actually knew for a fact that the three of you were a throuple, all they knew was that you were all very close.

Right now, your time is occupied for a tour of your new hit album. Touring across the globe to give everyone an eccentric show of you in a glittery body suit, dancing on stage.

For one of your songs, about halfway through you go to the end of the stage and perform as sex position, a new one for each concert.

Tonight is a specially planned one, one to confirm your relationship status.

The crowd is singing along, lights are flashing. You’re out of breath but you have to keep going. You make your way to the end of the stage, two male dancers following close behind. When the song reaches the part you slit yourself between them, bending over as they form a tower with their arms above you.

“Have you ever tried this one.” Hoots fill the venue, and your boyfriends stand in backstage, starry eyes jut knowing that they have tried that position with you.

Patrick speaks first, jaw slack with an in awe look on his face. “Dude… we may have the hottest girlfriend alive.”