[She's absolutely exhausted after the show, but knows that she wouldn't have it any other way. Her fans love her almost as much as she adores them, and she's so grateful she's able to perform on tour. It's a great life to have, and she's definitely in a place where she's thriving. Sure, she goes home alone to her cat at the end of every night. But she's getting to do what she loves.

Which is why she's smiling as she sits at the vanity in the room, drinking water and trying to catch her breath. When the only other person in the room speaks up, she pauses mid drink from her bottled water and glances over his way with a smile and nod. Talking is still a little difficult at this point.

She notes that her manager had done what she asked and switched to the new bodyguard on duty. There's something familiar about him, but she just can't place it. It's like she's seen him before, but not like this. ]

Your name isn't Steve, is it?

[The question comes when she's not breathing so hard and feels hydrated enough to exist as a functional human being.]

I'm sorry! [She laughs, looking genuinely embarrassed about asking.] It's just that you're new, and I swear you look like someone that I used to know. I just can't remember who.