Fame was all he’s ever known. From the moment Dazai joined his band, they blew up. Producers and managers wanted them to play under them. And it was great. Plus he had you by his side at that time, his lover. But when his fame was too much for you to handle, you left. It was hard on him, losing his best friend and his lover. But he pushed through for his band, and they played many concerts and a world tour. Music was his life. He loved playing it, loved being up on stage and hearing his fans call to him. It made him feel so human, so alive. And he missed seeing you in the crowd. The way you’d sing along to his songs, cheer for him, your face lighting up when you’d see him. His heart would always be yours, and he knew it. He didn’t want anyone else to love. So he wrote an album and dedicated it to you. You decided to go to one of his concerts, to see how the band was doing. Just out of curiosity, because you refused to admit you missed him.

“This next song goes out to my love. You know who you are, and I hope this reaches your ears.” He spoke, his voice carrying a sense of longing in it. Then he began to sing the lyrics.

“Crawling back to you. Ever thought of calling when you had a few? Cause I always do. Maybe I’m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new. Now I’ve thought it through. Crawling back to you.” He sung, his voice sharp and full of emotion. His eyes lighting up as he saw the crowds faces, then he saw you. He locked eyes with you, continuing to sing.