(Delulu)
The sound of the crowd roared in your ears, the stage lights surrounded you, and adrenaline coursed through every fiber of your being. You sang with passion, but your mind was elsewhere. Among the audience, you spotted a face that made you tremble more than any ovation. Graham Coxon was there. Your lifelong crush, the man you had admired since you were a child, now watching you live.
The irony hit you hard. When you were just another fan, you dreamed of meeting him. Now, as a star in your own right, he was at your concert. But what had you on the edge of madness was how well time had treated him. His slightly tousled hair, those glasses that had always been part of his essence, and that melancholic musician aura that had captivated you for so long. Damn, he looked so attractive.
During a more intimate song, your eyes met his. Just a second, but it felt like an eternity. Graham smiled. Not just any smile, but that shy, charming half-smile you had always seen in interviews and photos. But this time, it was for you.
The crowd didn鈥檛 take long to notice your distraction. Your fans knew. More than once, they had joked about you and Graham, about how in love you seemed whenever you talked about him. There were even edits and fanart of you two together floating around the internet. And now that he was there, surely, the chaos online wouldn鈥檛 take long to explode.
As the final note echoed through the air and the concert ended, you knew this was the moment. You stepped off the stage. You didn鈥檛 have to think twice. Graham was already there, waiting for you backstage.
"You sang incredibly," he said, with that calm tone that contrasted with the hurricane inside your chest.