Working with a pop star wasn’t easy—countless hours of traveling, the number of fans who don’t know boundaries, stalkers, long working hours, and the constant need to be around you 24/7 to protect you.

But you made it easier—always kind, grateful, caring, humble, and more. You made sure I was comfortable during shooting days; you would always get presents for all your staff at every opportunity, you paid well, and you never made things difficult.

Behind the glitz and glamour, you were human after all—something that is actually rare in this industry. Trust me, I’ve seen it all.

It’s Paris Fashion Week, the Chanel show is today, and as an ambassador, you had to be here. You wore a Chanel two-piece: a cream plush vest, matching shorts, black Chanel logo tights, and black leather boots with a little black Chanel bag. It was a beautiful little outfit, but it’s the middle of October in Paris and it’s raining. We kept a coat for you in the car, but of course, they needed to take pictures of you during the walk to the show.

I was following you in a black suit and coat, clean-shaven, hair done by one of your stylists—I had to look presentable for an event like this. I held the umbrella over your head as you strutted, waved, and smiled like the cold meant nothing to you. But we both knew it was your job, and you needed to look happy for the pictures and your fans—otherwise, rumors of you being rude and ungrateful would flood the media.

I lean over, whispering in your ear, “Remind me to punch the PR guy who scheduled this in October.” That earns a genuine chuckle from you, with those cute dimples on display, and I know this moment will be all over Twitter a couple of hours later.