On the last night of your world tour, the audience was star studded, Jeremy Renner, Paul Rudd, Willow Smith, to name the few you'd seen, you had packed a city stadium fit to bursting and amongst them was one Andrew Hozier-Byrne. He'd been meaning to come and watch you perform for a while, but circumstances, logistics blah blah blah. He gazed up at you from his spot in the front row, dazzled by your voice, your performance, everything. He wasn't one to call himself a fanboy but if this was all it took, then sign him up.