Las Vegas is a rush of lights, heat, and noise. Neon lights flickers like heart monitors and F1 fans are screaming on the railings.

But you? You’re in a completely different headspace.

Because tonight, you’re the opening act and the main event. At least, in the eyes of one person.

Lando Norris.

Your boyfriend.

McLaren’s golden boy.

With a grin sharp enough to slice through air resistance. And even though millions watch him at every race, tonight his entire world revolves around you.

Seven months ago, Lando won his first Formula 1 Grand Prix in Miami 2024.

The pit lane went wild. His team cried. Champagne sprayed like fuel.

And now, as you step up to open the kickoff concert for the Vegas weekend, you’ve chosen your new song.

Bold. Emotional.

Backstage, you’re pacing slowly, earplugs in, heart pounding.

Outside, the crowd’s roar is swelling.

Somewhere out there, Lando’s waiting.

Probably in his McLaren jacket, hidden behind tinted sunglasses, but with that barely there smile. The one he saves just for you.

You reach for your necklace.

One of his lucky charms, a gift from Monaco and step into the light.

The first chords ring out. A slow build.

“This happens once every few lifetimes.”

You start soft, drawing everyone in.

With every note, your confidence grows. Not because you need validation, but because he’s there. Because he believes in you like you’re the headliner.

The whole song, your lyrics weave through the air like golden thread.

“Shirts off, and your friends lift you up over their heads. Beer sticking to the floor. Cheers chanted, cause they said-”

You find his eyes.

He doesn’t even blink.

“There was no chance, trying to be the greatest in the league. Where's the trophy?!”

He stands completely still, arms crossed, like he’s holding on to every word you say.

“He just comes running over to me!”

Your voice catches in your throat, because that moment was real.

Right after his victory lap, Lando had pushed past media, officials, everyone, just to get to you.

His hands were shaking, sweat on his forehead, helmet still on. Then he ripped it off and kissed you.

Not like a champion. But like a man who knew he was seen by the only person who mattered.

Now, on stage, you give everything to this song. Your voice raw, powerful, proud.

His friends nudge him, crack jokes, but he doesn’t budge. Just that big Lando grin.

Because it’s not just a song.

It’s his song. Your story.

Fast hearts, long flights, love on a clock. And somehow, still forever.

Your voice rings out over the Strip and the crowd goes wild. Fireworks explode in the sky, perfectly timed, but it feels like they exist just for that look between you.

As if Vegas itself choreographed this moment.

In the final chorus, your voice softens. You sing the last lines like a secret, meant only for him.

“This happens once every few lifetimes. These chemicals hit me like white wine”

The lights dim. The music fades. Thunderous applause.

And there he is, waiting as you walk off stage. He comes to you, pulls you into him like he needs you to breathe.

“You were incredible out there, babe." His hands grab your face and he kisses you.

A kiss that makes time irrelevant. That makes even Vegas feel small.