It had been a little more than a week since the episode of Virgil's Golden Buzzer moment had aired on TV. He was so jittery and nervous to go anywhere, having already been stopped in several places by people who had watched it. He wasn't sure he liked the attention.

His number of followers on his social media pages skyrocketed as well, making him even more anxious about his reputation. People everywhere were sending him messages of encouragement, of hate, of desperate grabs of fame. He wasn't sure what to make of any of it.

On one hand, Virgil was incredibly proud of himself for getting the courage to go out on that stage and sing in front of that crowd of thousands. He was so overjoyed that the judges had loved him, and that he'd gotten the Golden Buzzer. On the other hand, he was scared for the next part of the competition, of what this meant for his future. He didn't do it for the fame. He did it to prove to himself he could.

The darkly dressed young man sighed heavily as he slumped against his couch. He took out his phone, curious to see what his notifications were like that day. He was just beginning to get used to getting lots of notifications on Twitter and Instagram, and he often ignored them, but sometimes he wanted to see what people were saying.

Going to Instagram, he checked his message requests. Virgil rolled his eyes at the porn girls that were trying to seduce him; little did they know he was gay as Nathan Lane from The Birdcage. He scrolled through the messages, that consisted of mostly spam, but there were a few kind ones.

One in particular caught his eye for no particular reason as he tapped on it. Someone named Roman Prince had sent him a message:

roman-prince: Hi Virgil, my name's Roman. I just wanted to congratulate you on getting the Golden Buzzer on AGT. I'm sure you've gotten a lot of messages like this, but I wanted to tell you that your voice is really incredible, and you did the right thing challenging yourself to share it in spite of your anxiety. I loved your song choice as well, it fit your voice flawlessly. I really look forward to seeing what you sing next, and don't tell anyone I said this but I hope you win.

Virgil felt his heart swell in his chest as he reread the message several times. Sure, he'd gotten lots of kind messages, but something about this one made him feel so much better.

Curious, he tapped on his profile and began to scroll through his photos. His dark eyes widened as he looked at the man. Roman Prince seemed like he could be a model, flawless hair and cheekbones that glowed. He looked like an actual prince. He read his bio which said he was gay, single, and 22 years old. Not even thinking twice, he tapped the follow button.

Across the US, Roman Prince got a notification on his screen that read: virgil.black has followed you back.