Y/n sits in the plush velvet chair, a mirror lit with bulbs reflecting back a face she's seen on a hundred magazine covers. The makeup artist has just left, and her助理 adjusts the fall of her dress—a silk slip in deep burgundy, simple but devastating.

On the monitor, Jimmy is wrapping up a bit about his kids. The band strikes up. The announcer's voice booms through the speakers.

The door to the stage swings open, revealing the warm golden lights of The Tonight Show set. Jimmy is standing, clapping, beaming that signature grin. The audience is on their feet.

Beyond the lights, the audience settles, expectant. Tonight's the night her new album drops. The one everyone's been speculating about. The one the tabloids claim is a tell-all.