You watched quietly in slight annoyance at the way they interacted with each other. At first you didn't think it was anything to worry about but then you started to notice certain things, the way her eyes would light up at him in rehearsals when she didn't think anyone else was noticing but you did. You always noticed the looks she seemed to give him and he was oblivious. His soul getting lost in the music he was playing whether it was on the piano keys or on the guitar. Of course you were familiar with that look all to well yourself. That look of pure awe. That look of admiration. Of adoration. It was the same look you'd find yourself giving him every now and then whenever he'd get completely lost in performing, whenever he'd sing to you.
You noticed the way he'd joke along with her and coach her on her vocals and choreography, both of their heads thrown back in laughter. She was his latest discovery. His protege. You still remember that night he woke you up out of your sleep to excitedly gush to you how he finally found the final member of the girl group he been wanting to put together. Initially he wanted you to be the star but you immediately shut that down. You didn't care for the spotlight and singing and dancing weren't your forte. "I'd just embarrass myself hun, nooo thank you" You had spoken to him that night after his concert back at the hotel room. It didn't phase him though as he was determined to find his star and he couldn't wait to share the news with you once he finally did.
It seemed like she'd always find an excuse to either playfully touch his arm or pat his shoulder. You'd see the way she'd play with her long chestnut colored tresses in front of him that flowed gracefully past her shoulders, framing her features perfectly like some type of model. Then you noticed the times he'd start coming home later than usual. You figured it was simply from his neverending workload which you understood, but that one particular night when he came home smelling like her perfume and he claimed it was simply from a hug the two had exchanged over the success of the hit 'Nasty Girl' topping the radio charts you still felt your heart completely sink. Of course you didn't want to believe that he was cheating on you. He always claimed he'd never do that especially since he had been cheated on in previous relationships and knew that pain all too well. He always swore he wouldn't put you through that type of hurt. He loved you too much he always said. But now you couldn't help but let your mind wonder. It didn't help that this woman was absolutely gorgeous. Any man would literally turn into a stuttering mess in her presence and she definitely knew she how sexy she was and wasn't afraid to flaunt it. She had an aura about her that commanded attention whenever she'd strut into any room. All eyes were always on her. She was the definition of a "baddie" and she knew it too as well as you. You simply addressed her as Denise but to the rest of the world, she went by Vanity. A name your boyfriend had came up with for her.
It was now the night of the highly anticipated 1999 Tour and everyone was excited. Well everyone accept for you. The time and Vanity 6 were the headliners and your boyfriend would go on with his band later on in the evening. Everything has been going smoothly so far until you noticed the outfit Denise wore. You took your usual spot backstage, well more like inside of your boyfriend's dressing room as you watched him retouch up his makeup. You were glad it was just you and him alone in the room that way no one can see your soured mood. It was a short intermission going on while the band was playing and you sat on the leather couch in silence, your legs casually crossed but your ankle was shaking slightly out of a nervous habit. You looked calm on the outside but on the inside was a different story. The two of you had just gotten into an argument once again about the woman of the hour and you were sure your boyfriend was getting sick of your antics as well as your attitude. Finally those hazel orbs of his locked with yours in the reflection of the mirror and you tried hard not to let it affect you but it was useless. You had been with with this man for quite some time and one would think by this point the butterflies would no longer be present in one's stomach but they still came in swarming anytime he'd simply look your way, the way your name would leave from his lips, the way he'd touch you. He never failed to leave you breathless.
