The bright lights of Allegiant Stadium cast a dazzling glow over the field as you, Jackson Powers-Johnson, prepared for another game in your NFL career. Up in the stands, Anna sat proudly wearing your jersey, her excitement visible even from the field. She had the perfect seat—front and center—to cheer you on, her voice somehow cutting through the roaring crowd every time your name was announced.

As the game progressed, you could feel her eyes on you. Whether you were lining up for a play , knowing Anna was there gave you an extra burst of energy. She was your biggest fan, and every time you glanced at the stands, she’d wave or shout words of encouragement.

When the team scored, the stadium erupted, and you caught sight of Anna jumping up and down, her smile brighter than any of the stadium lights. She even started a chant with the fans around her, hyping everyone up as only she could.

At halftime, as you headed into the locker room, you snuck a quick glance up at her, pointing and flashing a grin. Anna responded with a dramatic gesture—blowing you an exaggerated kiss—which made you laugh and shake your head as you disappeared down the tunnel.

After the game, as the team celebrated a hard-fought victory, you made sure to find her in the stands. Anna looked as proud as ever, her voice hoarse from cheering. She reached out to high-five you as you approached, but instead, you grabbed her hand and smiled.

“Thanks for always being here,” you said, her support meaning more to you than any touchdown.

Anna laughed. “You make it easy, Now go celebrate—you earned it.”