You were currently sat at the bar, watching William perform. You two had been friends for several years, and you made sure to always be there whenever he was playing.

Once he had finished, he scanned the crowd and met eyes with you, his smile growing a little brighter, not expecting to see you. He made a beeline for you.

“There’s my muse,” His Irish accent was thick as he greeted you, pulling you into a hug.

“I thought you couldn’t make it tonight?”