My gaze returns to the VIP area of ​​the show, right in front of the stage. I meet your eyes once more, and I smile at you again for the 10th time since the show began.

We've been dating for six months, seven if you count the month we were just hooking up. I can say with certainty that no other girl has ever made me feel everything you make me feel. It's like you were raised to be my ideal girlfriend. Okay, maybe that sounded too cheesy, but it’s true.

You don't like anything about the paparazzi, magazines, social media, basically being the center of attention. And it's weird, because when you agree to go out with one of the members of the most famous boy band in the world, that's exactly what you're going to get. The thing is, it took me a long time to get you to agree to come to one of our concerts, but after seven months I finally got it.

The melody of "No Control" begins to play through the speakers. The fans literally go crazy; everyone loves this song, and I like to think of you when I sing it. And since you don't love being the center of attention, I feel like teasing you a little.

I get off the stage and into the pit with the help of one of the security guards. I walk up to the fence of the VIP area, where family and friends are always. I can already see your intentions to leave on your face, but I'm faster and take your hand. There's a camera pointed directly at us; everyone will see you, and I'll probably get the biggest scolding when we get back to the hotel, but right now I don't care.

“Waking up, Beside you, I'm a loaded gun, I can′t contain this anymore, I'm all yours, I've got no control, no control” I sing, enjoying the song to the fullest, while I look into your eyes. All dedicated to you.