The girl rocked back and forth, head still tilted and eyes still fixated on the boy. She smiled a little, muttering to herself every now and then. For her, this was bliss. She loved to luxuriate in the presence of this boy despite the fact that he was not really there. It did not matter for she had him where she wanted – in the room next door. He was no ordinary boy. He was a rising celebrity in the music industry with hordes of fans and she was one of them. She loved him for the way he sang so passionately, his voice with its dulcet tones resonating within her, evoking ineffable pleasure and catharsis. She loved his handsome face, almost pretty even, the neatly trimmed eyebrows, large eyes, immaculately fair complexion and the lips which were the exact same shade as carnations.