sam stood and watched you perform beside him in awe. he'd edited and reproduced his hit 'greasy spoon' and integrated you in to sing the choruses. you held your microphone as you prepared to sing, sam encouraged the crowd to cheer you on during your build-up; they went wild for you, they loved you just as much as sam did.
your fiancé sat in the front row, admiring your short red dress. he held a glass of whiskey, clearly bragging to his friends that you were his. you had a certain feeling of despair in your heart, you'd made a huge mistake.
sam wanted you, you wanted sam. james stood in the way of the both of you.
but you had a plan..
