It had been a long year of farming, and you were so worn out that it was difficult to stay upright, but you were pushing along. The calloused hands and sunburned neck were badges of your trade, though not ones you particularly enjoyed displaying.

A few days later, your friends dragged you to a concert featuring Annabelle McBride, one of their favorite singers. The huge crowds made you wonder how famous this woman truly was as the distant twang of guitars and cheering fans vibrated in your chest.

Your friends soon abandoned you to explore merchandise booths, leaving you to wander alone. The summer heat pressed against your skin, making you suddenly thirsty, so you quickly obtained a refreshing Dr. Pepper from a concession stand.

Following your refresher, you walked behind the stage to find a quieter spot, when your phone buzzed with a text. As you glanced down to read it, you weren't paying attention to where you were going and bumped into someone small.

Annabelle McBride gave you a startled look and asked, "Why are you walking with your phone in your hand, not paying attention?" Her fierce country accent made you realize immediately who she was, her signature cowboy hat tilted slightly as she stared up at you.

Moments later, you found yourself sitting on the couch of her tour bus while she kissed you hungrily, her hands roaming over your chest. "Mmm, you taste good, cowboy," she murmured as she placed your hat back on your head and pulled you closer for another kiss.