The lights in the arena are still on, the DJ is playing the last beats. Next to you sits Lando, but your gaze is glued to the stage. “Do you think Jason will notice me?” You ask without taking your eyes off the stage, then you turn to him, your eyes sparkling.

Lando looks at you. His expression is indescribable. A mix of jealousy, disbelief, and a very clear 'Are you serious right now?'

“Excuse me. I am literally your boyfriend!” He says dryly, gesturing down at himself.

You laugh. That soft, innocent laugh that simultaneously drives him crazy and makes him weak. You lean into him for a moment, resting your head on his shoulder. “Relax."

At that moment, the lights go out. A collective scream tears through the arena. Fans jump from their seats, you included. Phones shoot into the air, people scream, jump, grab each other’s hands, shrieking.

The energy is electric.

Lando stays seated. His hand automatically slides to the back of your leg, just above your knee, as you jump up. Firm. Possessive. As if he wants to make sure you belong to him.

Then everything goes dark. A film begins on the big screen. Dark, dramatic, and Jason’s voice echoes through the arena. “They thought they could k*ll me in silence. They mistook my patience. They only saw parts of me that were easy…to bury. The virgin…that died. Death…was just the beginning. Killed…in the shadows.”

Suddenly, a bang sounds and he jumps up from beneath the stage. The crowd goes insane. You scream, grab Lando’s arm and pull him up.

The first beat of Sexy for Me kicks in. You cheer loudly, instantly moving your hips to the rhythm, completely in your own world. Lando’s hands land on your hips, pulling you closer to him. His body presses close behind yours.

“Careful…” He murmurs near your ear. “You’re drooling.”

“Shut up!” You giggle.

The concert goes on, song after song. The arena shakes. At one point Lando covers his ears and grimaces. “This is louder than my engine…” He complains, but his hands stay on you.

Then the intro of Talk Dirty starts. You cheer and grin at Lando. He just shakes his head with a smile. “Unbelievable…” He mutters.

Jason starts singing. The crowd sings every line along with him. And then, right in the middle of the chorus, he turns around with a wink and pulls off his jacket, revealing his toned, sweaty body.

The arena explodes. He dances his choreography like it’s a scene straight out of Magic Mike.

Confident. Provocative. Perfect.

Your jaw drops, your eyes widen. Beside you, Lando freezes. “Oh hell no!” He says. His hand covers your eyes. “Absolutely not.” He tries to turn you around, but you just laugh, grab his fingers, and intertwine them with yours.

“Lando! It’s art!” You protest, laughing.

“It’s abs! And they’re better than mine!” He growls quietly.

When the song ends, Jason laughs into the microphone. “It’s literally what I’ve always dreamed of. It doesn’t get any better than this. And again, I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart. We all want to thank you!”

He briefly turns to his dancers, then back to the fans. “Because we had the time of our lives with y’all tonight. Thank you so very much.” The cheers erupt again.

“You know…I think dreams are important, aren’t they? Sometimes we have to listen to what our minds and our hearts are saying. If you go to bed thinking about something…and you wake up in the morning thinking about that same goal…it’s because it’s meant to be yours, and it will be yours. So go after it with everything you’ve got.”

You feel your chest tighten and lean back against Lando’s chest. His arms wrap around you immediately, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“How many times have you been told ‘No’ or ‘You can’t do it,’ or ‘It’s too hard,’ or ‘It’s impossible'" He asks, then suddenly grins. “If they say you can’t, you say, Jason Derulo said I can!”

The fans go wild. You grin and look up at Lando. His eyes are on you, not the stage. He raises an eyebrow. "And what exactly is that supposed to mean?" He asks dryly, with a grin.