Valleys. Butterflies. Beaches. Butterflies. Sunsets. Perfection. All she wanted was life to be easy and simple and perfect. She wanted to be the singer that people ran up to and complemented and honored. She wanted to be the pretty girl all the girls wanted to be and the girl all the guys wanted. Conceded? No, that was Trina. Perfect? Close. Why? Life was easy, people ran up to her, so what was wrong? She didn't have the perfect guy. Beck? Super practical. Perfect wasn't practical it was perfect. She needed the love found in books, movies, and songs. She needed the best friend love; she needed Andre. Andre Harris. He was perfect, corny, sweet, handsome. That's who, what she needed. Tori&Andre. She heard the whispers, saw the secret notes that said the needed to be together. Yet, they weren't. Why? She was perfect, but she was also shy. Tori Vega, shy; never. Oh she was. So she kept quiet. But, she didn't like it, it made her imperfect.