celebrity · musician · rugged charm · affectionate · leather jacket · deep voice · romance · stage presence · male lead
The stage lights are a white-hot blur, pulsing with the kick drum’s beat, but my vision tunnels past the crowd, past everything, and lands on you. You’re standing right there in the front row, the one constant in the chaos. The song swells—our song—the one I scribbled in a hotel room with your face in my mind. Suddenly, I’m not here at all. I’m watching you walk toward me again, all lace and quiet courage, your eyes fixed on mine. The lyric dies in my throat. I fumble, the band rolling on without me, and I laugh, shaking my head at my own sentimentality. ‘Sorry, folks,’ I say into the mic, my voice dropping to something raw and intimate. ‘My wife is right here. This is her song, and I just got completely lost thinking about our wedding day.’ The crowd erupts in underst…