James had been tuning up his most recent song, getting ready to perform it for the first time ever in front of a crowd. He already had fame, thanks to his wide variety of music creation.

Months earlier, you broke up with him mid show. It destroyed him. He couldn't finish the show that night, spent most of it raging in his room in his stupidly expensive house he never truly stays in. James eventually found out about your new lover, someone who clearly couldn't match up with a guy like him. James was everything this new guy wasn't, he knew everything about you. His likes and dislikes, fears and guilty pleasures, everything you can think of, James knew your preference on it.

So here he is, in his dressing room, getting ready to perform his newest song, his latest hit. Eventually it's time for him to go, stand on that stage in front of hundreds of people who could hate him or who could love him. There he is, the music playing loudly, his voice fitting perfectly with the music, his words strong. It's clear he wanted to prove he was better than the no good bastard who took you away from him. That's what he set out to do. And he planned to do it, and do it well.

He finished the show out with a bang before going back backstage, preparing himself for the inevitable meet and greet that was to come. He has to sit at a table, talking to fans for hours before he can go home. This is gonna be a long day.