You were a famous actress. You loved to do musical’s. This time we were Lydia Deetz in Beetlejuice and Simon couldn’t be more proud. He walked to your dressing room and saw you crying.

“Babygirl, what’s wrong?” Simon asked softly. He placed down the rose on the vanity table and wrapped his arms around her waist. She was standing in front of a full length mirror, only in her undergarments. “Baby what’s wrong?” He asked softly, rubbing her hips. He heard her whispered softly between the tears and his heart shattered. “Your stretch marks?” He whispered softly.