"Well ask him if we can do Friday. I have my concert tonight, remember?" I sigh into my phone as I juggle the device and my coffee. I quickly scan the road before I leave the curb and make my way across the busy crosswalk.

"Then can we do next Monday?" I shout over the loud noises of the city. The loud honk of a taxi attracts my attention causing me to crash into a hard body.

"Sorry." I say quickly glancing behind me as I move quicker across the street. Groaning, I ask my secretary to ask the man on the other line when he has any openings. Fashion Week is only a couple weeks away, and everything is insane at the office.

I'm clearly the most stressed out of my coworkers. I have to make sure all the outfits are ready, that the runway and effects are prepared, that all the models arrive, and that all the right people will be coming. You probably think I have people for that, but I have this weird need to help with everything.

I smile with relief as I get to my car. Time to go home. The concert's only three hours from now. My ears listen with delight as the radio starts up playing Undisclosed Desires. Smiling, I think about how I'm going to listen to this live. Tonight.

Even though this is my 14th Muse concert, I still get that butterflies in my stomach feeling. Every time I see them, they just get better and better. They're seriously the best live band ever. Not only do I love listening to them, I enjoy watching Matt.

Ah, Matt Bellamy. The lovely Muse frontman, guitarist, singer, songwriter, and pianist. He's attractive in a different kind of way, and his voice is just mind blowing. He's just so talented, and he doesn't think he's that good! He has a cute little way of saying his "r's" and he's absolutely hysterical. I always find myself a little bit happier after watching Muse interviews.

As I enter my front door, I kick off my heels, my feet killing me. Curse my shortness. It's always been one of the many things I've hated about myself. I trudge upstairs and take out the tee shirt I bought at the last concert from my drawer. It's clearly used, as the letters on the shirt are beginning to fade.

After pairing it with skinny jeans and Converse, yes, Converse, I can wear other brands besides my own, I realize I have a couple hours left. I suddenly have a revelation. Tonight was going to be the night I met them. I've loved them for about 10 years now and I've never met them once, even after my brand became famous.

I skip to my bathroom and snarl at my reflection. My hair, which I straightened this morning, is starting to frizz, my makeup is smudged, and I have a pimple under my bottom lip. I pull out my flat iron and plug it into the wall before lathering my face in a coat of my favorite green tea mask. I pray that the redness will go away before I leave for the show.

After I decide my hair isn't going to get any straighter, I remove all my makeup and my face mask. I apply a more fun palette than my usual serious work makeup. I lean in to the mirror to get a closer look at my pimple. It's still there, but it isn't nearly as red. Closing my eyes, I sigh in relief.

I check myself in the mirror one last time, making sure I look somewhat presentable, blow a kiss to the large poster of Matt on my wall, and skip downstairs. Quickly, I hop into my car and pull out of my driveway, my heart beating rapidly. I'm finally going to get to meet them. All I have to do is get there early and befriend one of the security guards then he'll let me backstage.

That's what I thought was going to happen before I got stuck in traffic. God, this London traffic is ridiculous. I've been sitting here for at least a half an hour. I drum a beat on my steering wheel, groaning.

"Can we please get moving?" I ask rhetorically. One by one, cars begin to move forward. I exhale deeply as I begin accelerating.

I park my car in the VIP parking, one of the many perks of being pretty famous, I must say, and head into the arena.

"Excuse me, are you Maddy Pensuri?" A deep voice asks from behind me. A tall, chubby man has his hand on my shoulder and is looking at me with excitement. I realize he's wearing a nametag that reads "Mike" and is dressed in an orange polo. I smile, realizing he's a security guard.

"Yes, I-I am." I stutter. I know my brand's been doing pretty well for almost a year and a half now, but it's still pretty weird when random people know my name. "How did you know?"

"The band found out you bought a ticket and wanted to meet you. They gave us all a picture of you so we could give you this." Mike hands me a tag with a string attached to it. A backstage pass.

"Oh my god." I mutter before he can speak. He laughs a deep, throaty chuckle as I stare down at the backstage pass as if it's a newborn child. I giggle in disbelief, unable to grasp the fact that this is actually happening.

Shit, I'm an awful celebrity.

"Awesome." I say to myself. I robotically follow Mike to a seat in an area away from the mosh pit that I'm almost positive I'm supposed to be in.

"Wait, I thought my seat was over there." I tell Mike, confused. He laughs once again.

"Sweetheart, you're Maddy Pensuri! You can't be in a mosh pit!" He says "mosh pit" as if it were some kind of disease. But mosh pits are fun! I think to myself as I settle in the VIP area. I look around to see a familiar blonde standing next to me. I realize who she is, making me want to vomit.

Kate Hudson. A little whore who changes boyfriends like she changes her clothes. And Matt's girlfriend.

"Oh my goodness, hi!" Kate sings as she comes over to me. "You must be Maddy. I can't believe I'm meeting you! Oh I love your work!" She says as she shakes my hand. I smile politely.

"It's a pleasure to meet you too!" I lie. "I loved 'How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days!'" Unfortunately, I was telling the truth that time. She laughs.

"Thank you! So are you a big fan of Muse?" She asks, her head tilting in wonder.

"Oh, a huge fan!" I say stretching "huge." "I literally know all the words to their songs. Even b-sides." I boast.

"Oh wow! What's your favorite song by them?"

"God, they have so many amazing ones, it's so hard to choose! It changes on my mood though, too. Hmm… Well this week, my favorite is probably Space Dementia." I smirk. She nods in confusion. The bitch probably didn't even know that was one of their songs. "How about you? What's your favorite?" I ask eagerly.

"Probably Starlight." She says, thinking for a minute. Figures. Starlight. I love that song to death, but almost every person who's heard of Muse knows that song. I nod in agreement, however.

About an hour later, after the opening acts perform, the bass of Uprising begins as well as loud screaming from the audience. I sing along, knowing every word. I can't help but to glance over at Kate who's just bobbing her head up and down.

Kate clearly doesn't realize the only person who's supposed to be headbanging while not singing along is Chris, the bassist. I laugh to myself as she tries to sing every other line of the chorus, stumbling on the lyrics.

This encourages me to sing even louder. She looks over at me with slight disgust, but tries to sing along also, epically failing.

This is how the rest of the song goes. Eventually I forget Kate's existence and become totally absorbed in the show. By the end of the concert, I'm worn out from all the excitement, but devastated that it's over.

"That was great, wasn't it?" Kate asks, ruining my train of thought.

"Oh my God, it was amazing!" I cheer. "They're always great!" She smiles.

"You've seen them before?" She asks. I nod.

"This was my 14th time." Her mouth drops. I giggle as I turn to head backstage. I walk down a series of hallways to find Mike and a thinner, younger man next to him. He's also a security guard, probably in his early thirties. He has dark brown hair and large, lifeless green eyes. Though he's clearly quite attractive, he seems boring and quite serious. He gives me a large smile, however, as he speaks into a walkie talkie.

"Maddy Pensuri?" He asks. I look down at his nametag. Austin.

"Yep." I say cheerfully. Austin widens his smile as he says,

"Come this way." He leads me further down the hallway where I hear laughter.

"Here we are." Austin announces, holding out his hand gesturing for me to enter the nearby room. I walk in to find the band sitting on couches with beverages in their hands, deep in conversation. They turn their heads toward me who's standing nervously at the door. The air comes flying out of my lungs as they all smile at me. "Guys, this is Maddy." Austin announces.

"Wow, it's really her." Dom sighs as I walk to the center of the room. Chris gives me a wave as he says,

"My wife loves your stuff."

"Thank you." I smile. Matt gets up from the couch and shakes my hand.

"God, wow, it's an honor." He says as I stare into his beautiful blue eyes.

"No, the honor's mine." I giggle as he gives me a sweet smile.

"Oh, Matthew, dear!" I hear from behind me. "Oh, so you've already met Maddy?" Kate walks over to Matt, hugs his arm and plants a kiss on his cheek. I look over at Dom who's glaring at Kate in disgust. I lock eyes with him and give him an "I know she's awful" look. He smiles and laughs quietly to himself. He walks over and links arms with me. Chris slowly walks over, joining Dom and I.

"Would you like a tour, Maddy?" Dom asks, trying to sound official. I laugh as I say,

"I would like nothing more." I look behind me at Chris who begins eagerly following us and Matt who's trying to get Kate off his arm as she runs a hand through his hair. GET YOUR FILTY HANDS OFF HIM, SKANK! I'm desperate to yell, but I try to convince myself I have more self control than that.

After a lovely tour of the backstage area with Dom and Chris, they invite me out to get drinks with them, Matt, and some of the crew. I eagerly accept the offer.

As I retrieve my bag now filled with signed CDs, I hear yelling from inside the room I was in earlier. It sounds like Matt and Kate, and Matt does not sound happy.

"C'mon, Maddy!" Dom smiles a cheeky grin. I shush him as he comes over by the door with me.

"They haven't been very happy lately." Dom reveals. "I can't stand her."

I laugh. "I just met her and neither can I." Dom laughs at this as he takes my hand and leads me down the hallway.

"I'll give them a few more weeks." He jokes as we walk outside. As Dom and I walk toward the tour bus, we hear the slam of a door from behind us. I sigh with grief as Matt angrily storms over to us.

"She drives me crazy." He sneers as he walks past us. Dom and I catch up with Matt.

"What happened, mate?" Dom asks, deeply concerned. Matt buries his face in his hands.

"God, she's just driving me insane! She's been getting really annoying and she's doesn't trust me anymore." He says, glancing over at me.

"What do you mean?" Dom questions.

"She was really bothered by me talking to you." He says to me.

"I-I'm sorry!" I apologize. He shakes his head.

"It's not your fault, love. I should be able to talk to whoever I want." Matt reassures me. He smiles. "Forget about her. Let's go."

I look over at Dom who is also looking at me, confused by Matt's sudden change of attitude. He shrugs his shoulders, then enters the tour bus.

I glance around the nightclub as we walk through the door.

"You didn't tell me we're going clubbing!" I squeal. The guys laugh.

"Sorry. Are you okay with it?" Matt asks with a smile. I giggle.

"Hun, you haven't been clubbing until you've gone clubbing with me." I smirk with a wink. Dom smiles, then informs us he's going over to the bar to get a drink.

"Would you like to dance?" Matt asks nervously.

"Sure." I say as I make my way through the crowd of people. We start to move to the bass of the music. I giggle as Matt dances.

"What?" He asks.

"You're not a bad dancer, Mr. Bellamy."

"Why thank you. You're quite an exceptional dancer yourself." He laughs. I turn around and playfully grind against his back, though as if he were only a good friend. They may be having issues, but he's still dating Kate.

Suddenly, Matt turns around and places his hands on my waist. I turn my head to the side to look at him. He inches his face closer to mine. I jerk my head in the other direction.

"I-I'm sorry." He stutters. He spins me around to look me in the eyes. "Has anyone ever told you how lovely your eyes are?"

I look down at my feet. "What about Kate?" I ask shyly. Shamefully, he looks away at something in the distance. He sighs.

"You're right. God, I was such an idiot. I only started dating her as a rebound. Y'know, to get Gaia back." He says as a statement, more than a question. "But Gaia still wants nothing to do with me." I put a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry." I say.

"It's okay." He mutters. Dom comes over, a beer in his hand. Raising the bottle, he smiles at us.

"May I join you guys?" The three of us resume dancing, laughing as if we've all been best friends for years.

A Few Months Later

Hey. We're coming to Paris in a couple days for a concert. We'll be staying for a few days, and I would be honored if you went out for lunch with me while we're there. Matt xxx

I begin smiling uncontrollably as I glance down at my phone. The band and I have become very good friends since our meeting a few months ago. I've seen them a lot more since and I text and email them constantly. Especially Matt and Dom. Dom's become almost like a brother to me. Matt ended things with Kate a couple weeks or so after the argument at the concert. We've been flirt-texting since.

I thought I liked Matt before I met him, but now I'm madly in love with him. He's so funny and sweet and always knows how to make me happy. I find myself talking to him on the phone for hours about random things, like socks. He has this cute little sock fetish. I knit him socks a lot, which makes him quite happy. What if he only talks to me cuz I make him socks…

I quickly respond, my thumbs flying across the keyboard.

I'd love to go out for lunch with you! Where are you staying? Maddy xxx

"Please be staying at the Près de la Tour." I mutter to myself. The Près de la Tour is only a few blocks away from my quaint little condo in Paris. I've been staying here in Paris instead of London, since Paris Fashion Week is only a week away. To my relief, I'm not going to be showing, so I have a chance to finally relax. My heart begins pounding as my phone starts to vibrate.

The, Près de la Tour I think. That's near where you're staying, right?

"YES!" I scream as I jump up from the couch, knocking over the bag of Baked Lays I was enjoying earlier. I fist pump the air as I plop back down on the couch.

Yes it is(: I can't wait to see you guys. I have tickets for the show, by the way.

I stare down at my phone, waiting impatiently for a response.

And I can't wait to see you, my dear. Oh, great! Did Thomas send them to you?

Tom Kirk is like the unofficial fourth member of Muse. He's a close friend of theirs who does a lot of stuff with their website and photography.

Yeah, I got them a few weeks ago. I'll be able to see you guys then, too!

I decide to unpause the TV while I wait for Matt to respond. Flamboyant voices fill the room as Project Runway begins playing. Before I know it, my phone is buzzing in my hand.

I know, but I'd like to see you before then, if that's okay. I've missed you, love. If you don't mind, I was thinking lunch was going to be just the two of us.

My face lights up as I read the last line. Matt wants to eat lunch with me only… Like a date… I giggle in delight as I text back.

I've missed you too, Matthew, dear. Sure! I have no problem with that;)

My hand presses the Send button before I can regret writing the last line. Shit. Maybe he doesn't want to eat lunch with me in that way. What if he's bothered by my eagerness to have a one on one date with him?

Great! I can't wait to see you! xxx

A Few Days Later

I hear a knock at my door after I've finished getting dressed. I shake my hair out with my hand. Snarling, I realize I still have my glasses on. Despite my appearance, I groggily open the door. A smiling Matt is waiting in the doorway.

"Hello, love!" He says as he gives me a tight hug. "I like your glasses."

"Oh shut up." I joke as his arms leave my waist. "So, I guess we're going out for lunch today?" He walks into my kitchen.

"Yeah. Sorry for not telling you. I hope you don't have plans today."

"I have absolutely nothing." I say. "Just let me go put my contacts in and stuff." I walk into my bathroom and pick up my contact case. I look up at the mirror to find a reflection of Matt standing behind me.

"What?" I ask as I place a contact into my eye.

"Nothin'." He smirks as he starts browsing through my hair products. "How many hair products do you need?" He laughs.

"Well," I begin as I return my contact case back to the counter and reach for an eye kohl. "I need iron protection spray, straightening serum, curl enhancer, mousse, shine serum, anti-frizz spray…" He giggles as he puts down my hairspray. Suddenly, he grabs my eyeliner from my hand before I can apply any.

"You don't need that. You're gorgeous even without makeup." He scolds. I can't help but smile at his comment.

"Thanks, Matt! You're the best!" I say as wrap my arms around his shoulders. "But, please? I'll only wear mascara, that's it." I look up at him with puppy-dog eyes. Matt pouts down at me.

"Fine."

Before we leave, I grab a black, flat little kit hat that I sit on the back of my head. I love these kinds of hats. I have them in a million colors.

"So where're we goin'?" I ask Matt childishly as we walk to my car.

"You know the city better than I do, where do you want to go?" He asks, opening the door to the passenger seat. I think for a moment, pondering all the restaurants in Paris we can go.

"I have an idea. We can get takeout from somewhere and have a little picnic in this really nice little park a couple blocks away."

Matt smiles, pleased with the idea. "Sure! I like that idea."

We end up getting takeout from this restaurant that I've ordered food from almost every night. Like, I'm serious, they know me in there. They have the best veal François ever, I'm not even kidding. That's what I got, actually. Matt got this pasta dish that looks amazing. Maybe he'll let me try it.

After getting to the park, I lay a fleece blanket on a small hill overlooking a lake. I sit down and hungrily open my styrofoam box of food. Matt does the same. Within seconds the air is filled with the scent of freshly made food. I cut myself a piece of veal and eat it as gracefully as I possibly can.

"Your pasta looks amazing." I say after swallowing my food.

"I'll let you have some if you give me a piece of your veal." He offers playfully.

"Deal." I say, reaching my fork over for some of his pasta. I was right. It was amazing. He seemed to enjoy my veal, as well. Biting my lip, I snuck my fork back into his pasta.

"Oh, you're not getting it that easy!" Matt giggles as he begins fighting my fork with his.

After our meals, I lie down on the blanket, Matt lying beside me. He turns his head toward me, beaming.

"Today was fun." He says simply. I nod in agreement. "I enjoy spending time with you." He admits. "You're very fun and sweet, you always know how to make me laugh, and you're like mad smart."

I snort at his last statement. "No I'm not."

"Oh, shut up. You know you are." He scoffs. I roll my eyes, trying to hide a smile. He rolls on his side, watching me. I roll on my side as well, mimicking his stare.

"God, I love your eyes." I blurt. My heart stops, fearing what he will say next.

"Why my eyes? Yours are gorgeous."

"I'm a sucker for blue eyes." I say quietly. Matt leans in close to my face.

"I'm a sucker for you." He says as he caresses my face then presses his lips against mine. I passionately return the kiss as I wrap my arms around his neck. I break away to mutter,

"God, Matt that was so cheesy." Matt laughs.

"I know." He pulls me back to his lips, his hands sliding down to my lower back.

"I love you." I moan, running my hands through his hair.

"I love you, too." He says before placing his lips back on mine.

After what felt like a lifetime of endless bliss, Matt finally broke apart from my lips to check his watch.

"What time did we get here?" He asks tiredly.

"Like two?" I guess. He chuckles.

"It's four." I giggle at the fact we were kissing an hour.

"Would you like to come over for dinner, then?" I ask as I get up from the ground, feeling pain all over my body. I groan as I stretch out my legs.

"Sure."

As I sit in the car, I think of something. "Um, if it's okay, I'd like to keep our relationship private-ish. Like you can tell your family and close friends and stuff, but I want to keep our private life out of the tabloids… If that's okay."

"Yeah! That's fine. That's what I wanted too, actually." Matt says happily.

"We can try to keep it as private as possible. Maybe we'll go months without people finding out and piss the paparazzi off." Matt laughs.

"Let's do it!" I cheer. Laughing, he laces his fingers through mine. I look over at the man I love, him looking back at me with lustful eyes.

I look around as I pull into the parking lot of the condo development, making sure no paparazzi or anything followed us home. Matt exits the car and walks over to my side of the vehicle. He opens the door for me and gently pulls me from the car. We walk to my condo, the both of us unable to stop smiling.

After putting my bag down on the kitchen table I feel an arm pull me by the waist against the wall. I let out a moan as Matt lightly kisses my neck.

"Was me telling you I loved you today too sudden?" He asks, his lips moving against my neck sending a chill down my body.

"Well, do you love me?" I ask quietly. Matt raises his head so he's looking at me in the eyes. He runs a hand through my hair.

"Yes. More than anything." He whispers. I smile.

"I love you too." I reply. I put both of my hands on either side of his face and pull him into a passionate kiss.

Both giggling, we walk into my bedroom, Matt shutting the door behind him. I playfully push Matt onto my bed before kissing his thin lips. I feel a rough hand go under my shirt, pulling it over my head. I give him a sexy smirk, then remove his gray blazer, throwing it on the floor. I run my hands underneath his tight white tee shirt that I absolutely adore him in. After Matt finishes taking off his tee shirt for me, I fiddle with his belt buckle. Matt smirks at me, realizing what I'm about to do.