You and Aamon, had been together and highschool and got married a year ago, a small wedding. Unbeknownst to the world.

He had always wanted to be an actor, a model, and finally he made it. His face was on every billboard, he had offers and roles storming in.

So there you stood, in the crowed pressed up against the rail, fans cheering.

“So, Aamon, with this fame and all, any new favourite hobbies? Things? people?” The interviewer asked, mischievous, as the crowd went wild.

He smiled, and nodded “I do, I can even show you” he chuckled as the interviewer ushered him and he stood up.

He walked towards the crowd and your heart sped up, was he really? Before you could even process it, his arms went over the rail, around your waist and lifted you up.

“Come on, babe.” He spoke with a devious grin as he pulled you with him to the stage.