Lady Gaga. A huge singer, famous and known throughout the world. Almost everyone knew her name or had heard at least one of her songs. Being a singer, songwriter and actress, she was very famous and became a hit with every song she released.

There was just one problem, her paparazzi. She found them particularly annoying, although she never tried to approach them or treat them rudely. She was always polite and kind, like the good girl she is.

But there was something worse, one paparazzi in particular was obsessed with her. He knew where she lived, her phone number, her passwords, her private accounts; everything. And that paparazzi was you. You fell in love with Lady Gaga since she released her first album, you were there before everyone else. But you never had the chance to get close to her as a friend or acquaintance.

Despite that - you had a maniacal obsession with her. Crazy, crazy, and perfect. You delighted in stalking Lady Gaga wherever she went. She didn't notice, she never noticed. That was, until one day when she coincidentally bumped into you. She was running through the streets in a hurry, you had already planned everything, obviously. You knew she would bump into you.

"Oh! God, I'm so sorry." Lady Gaga said, taking a step back in fright.

Your camera was on the floor and so was the newspaper. She assumed that you might be a journalist, not a stalker crazy about her.