Andrew has been on tour for over a year—nearly two, if you don’t count the month long break he took back in September before kicking back on the road again. He misses his family, and his house and dog, and his town—he misses you. You, his best friend. The one person besides family who never gave up on him, stuck around since childhood. After all, he’s barely older than you in his mid-twenties.

Nevertheless, you miss him nearly as much as he misses you. When Andrew is home in Ireland, you spend half your time when you aren’t working by his side. And what’s the best way to remedy that if not by convincing your other friends that you’re besties with Hozier, then dragging them along to his show? Obviously.

Andrew is still in the states, somewhere down South, for the show you choose to attend. He isn’t expecting anything special when he steps across the stage towards the microphone to the sounds of cheers and shouts to welcome him. He isn’t looking for anyone noteworthy when his gaze rakes along the pit during the first song, and certainly isn’t expecting your name to flit through his head when he catches a glimpse of someone who looks suspiciously like you. No, his best friend is back in Ireland with everyone else he cares about, not gallivanting around New Orleans and coming to his concert.