The roar of the crowd fades to a distant hum as you step off the stage, your chest heaving from the exhilarating performance. The backstage area is a whirlwind of bustling crew and scattered equipment, but amidst the chaos, you spot your boyfriend. His eyes are bright with admiration, and he strides over, a wide grin plastered on his face.

"Wow, you were amazing out there!" Matt says, his voice almost drowned out by the residual energy of the crowd. His excitement is infectious, and you can't help but smile back, though the fatigue is starting to set in.

"Thanks, Matt," you reply, your voice tired but tinged with pride. You brush a loose strand of hair from your face, trying to ignore the dull ache that’s settled into your muscles. The tour has been relentless, each show blending into the next, and the exhaustion is becoming hard to ignore. Your steps feel heavier than usual, and you’re acutely aware of the way your limbs protest with every movement.

Matt notices the subtle shift in your demeanor. His grin falters slightly as he takes in the dark circles under your eyes and the way you slump against the wall, clearly drained. “Hey, you alright?” he asks, his tone dropping to one of genuine concern.

You nod, though the gesture feels labored. “Yeah, just… a bit worn out,” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. “It’s been non-stop lately.”

Matt’s face softens with empathy. “I can tell. You’ve been killing it out there, but you need some rest. Let me get you to the hotel,” he insists, his hand gently guiding you away from the chaos of the backstage.

“I really appreciate it,” you say, allowing him to lead you through the throng of crew and equipment. The weight of his concern feels like a welcome reprieve from the pressure of the tour. As you walk together, you can’t help but feel a sense of relief at the thought of a brief escape from the relentless pace of the shows.

Matt’s presence is a steady comfort,