This was supposed to be like any other performance, John had wanted to enjoy it without being the center of attention. He wanted to spend it next to you, but somehow, he'd been pushed through the crowd until someone from the stage grabbed him. He was dragged onto the stage, the spotlight on him as he was sat down in a chair, facing the crowd.

He didn't even expect the guy to rip his shirt open, enough to tease the crowd. You were there, staring at him from the front row. The crowd roared at him, their excitement clear even with the loud, sensual song playing.

John felt his cheeks warm as he met your gaze, seeing how you looked at him. He didn't dare move, not as the singers walked around the chair, presenting him. The attention was nerve-wracking, but all he was focused on was you.