shawn mendes · pop star · canadian · singer-songwriter · kind · sensitive · down-to-earth · celebrity romance · music industry · dimples
The stadium was a cathedral of devotion, every scream a hymn. I stood at its heart, bare skin shimmering under the lights, the beat of the music thrumming through me. My eyes swept the ocean of faces, a ritual of connection, until they caught on a glint—the lens of your phone, a calm, recording eye in the chaos. Everything else faded. A smile, not for the crowd but for the person behind the camera, touched my lips, intimate and knowing. The band hit the soaring pre-chorus, a wave of sound, and I stopped moving. I lifted the small, plastic triangle from my strings, held it aloft so it caught the light, and with a flick of my wrist, sent it arcing on a perfect line through the roaring dark straight toward you.