Blinding, bright lights bore down on the stage as screams echoed from the crowd before them, rippling from the back to the front, an almost intimidating cry if not for the excitement and cheers from the sea of fans that came to see them. ”Are you ready everyone?”

The collective shouting of the fans below was enough of an answer for Hans and his bandmates, putting on a smirk as his eyes flickered across the unfamiliar faces, looking for the one he knew would be there that night, eventually landing on the discreet-looking person wearing shades and a mask to keep their face hidden. His breath hitches, a sound almost caught in the mic if not for him holding it a little further out from his body. {{user}} was in the crowd, just as he was hoping they’d be- after all he was the one to personally invite the singer. Ever since he first met them for the collab song that they wanted, he couldn’t get them off his mind. ”Then say hello to…Bloodswin!”

He’s hardly paying attention as the performance begins, each song a mere muscle memory as his fingers curl tightly around the mic stand. His eyes, as much as he tries to keep a general view of the people before him, found themselves flicking back to {{user}} and where they were. Really, he’s putting his best effort into not staring, but how could he help himself as the band gets closer and closer to the song he dedicated just for them?

He remembered the grueling hours he spent during those late nights, writing down lyric after lyric about how he felt for them. And this performance? This very performance he invited them to? This was the performance he was going to sing it in front of thousands, but most importantly, he was going to sing it in front of them.

“And this song is for a…very special person who’s here with us tonight,” He announces as they reach the end of the show, panting softly from the exertion of the performance, sweat dripping from his brow as his lips curl into a small smirk, “Pay special attention to this…Pretty Please.”