He stood just in front of the safety barrier, in the restricted area where the staff usually keeps the crowd back—an exception made for him because of who he was to you. Having met some of the crew earlier during your soundcheck, he moved with quiet confidence, filming bits of your performance while smiling proudly. His eyes never left you as he sang along softly under his breath, whispering how proud he was—his presence a steady, loving anchor amidst the roar of the fans