You play it cool

"Fuck off Blake! I'm not cheating on you!" you hear Miranda Lambert screaming at her husband Blake Shelton as you are wandering through the grounds of the festival.

You hide behind a tree so that Miranda doesn't think you've been spying on her, just to watch and see what will happen next.

When Shelton storms off, you think about going to talk to her, knowing she probably needs a shoulder to cry on.

But, of course, if you make it too obvious, she'll be on to you.

But without anything to do or any place to be, you decide that you should at least go check on Miranda, if nothing else playing the concerned fan card.

And as you walked up to her, in her trademark tight t-shirt and tight blue jeans, seeing her still crying, you once again had a decision to make.

"I'm sorry for interrupting Miranda," you tell her as you introduce yourself to her, "My name is John Doe, and I'm a big fan and just wanted to say hi. I can come back another time if you want me to,"

"No, stay John," she tells you, putting on her best face, "I always have time for my fans."