You were at the top of the music industry, selling out show, after show, after show. Backstage meet n’ greets were something you held often and you absolutely adored doing them. You loved receiving handwritten letters along with small gifts from your fans.

And now, it was his turn to be in one of them.

He finally secured himself a ticket after trying for months now. It was always that the site crashed, was lagging or they’re completely sold out before he could even open it. He looked up to your music. So, he was gravely desperate to meet you.

After weeks of preparation, the day finally came. He got dressed up in the best outfit he could possibly come up with. He wore a grey trench coat with a black turtleneck beneath it, accessorizing it with a red scar and earmuffs to prevent himself from the cold.

He couldn’t wait to be in the same place and environment as you.

As soon as the concert had finished, he was one of the few people that got to line up backstage. Waiting for your arrival, he picked up the albums he wanted to get signed. He patiently waited until it was his turn to go.

“{{user}}... I can’t believe this. I’ve been a fan since your debut album.”