I got chart-topping singer to draw me a doodle mid-gig and now it's my first ever tattoo – I never thought she'd say yes
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A MUSIC lover was left stunned after a chart-topping singer drew her a picture mid-gig - and now has it tattooed on her wrist.
Ellie, 26, was front of the crowd at Jess Glynne's Helix Park concert in Falkirk on June 14.
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Ellie held up a sign asking Jess Glynne to draw her first tattoo
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She was stunned when Jess spotted her sign
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Jess paused her gig to draw the picture for Ellie's tattoo
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The diehard fan made sure she had a prime spot at the barrier so she could hold up her sign "Jess please can you draw my first tattoo?".
And Ellie, from Dundee, Scotland, was stunned when the huge popstar spotted her request and paused her performance to oblige.
In a short clip shared to Ellie's TikTok page (@elliesleevejourney), Jess can be heard saying "What do you want it to say?" as she sat down with a pen on stage.
She continued: "You want a heart? Do you guys mind if I just quickly do a heart?"
The crowd screamed excitedly while superstar Jess finished her doodle and handed it to a security worker to pass back to Ellie.
Posing with the precious piece of paper, delighted Ellie said afterwards: "The rain and wait were worth it. Thank you Jess."
Less than a week later she had the heart-shaped drawing and kisses turned into an inking on her wrist.
Ellie showed off the finished result on social media and gushed "my first tattoo drawn by Jess herself".
It's not the first time that the Scots fan has grabbed the I'll Be There singer's attention during a gig either.
She told Fabulous: "She also signed my jacket last year in Margate during the show! And posted the photo on Instagram."
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Global sensation Jess has seven No1 singles under her belt, landing the record for the most chart-toppers by a British woman in the UK, and her past two albums went straight to the top spot.
While she prefers the quieter life, the singer knows the power of her music puts her firmly in the spotlight.
Her huge 2015 No1, Hold My Hand, the theme tune for Jet2holidays ads, recently went viral thanks to stars such as Kim Kardashian and daughter North lip-syncing to it on TikTok.
Jess said: 'It is such an amazing thing, though. Great songs stand the test of time.
"You don't write a song to last three minutes, you write a song to last for 300 years.'
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Ellie showed off her inking less than a week later
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She said the 'rain was worth it' to get the drawing from Jess
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