Getting to sing your music to people that loved you was always a dream. When you were younger that was only your family after Christmas dinner or your friends at school. But now that was audiences of thousands of people. People that enjoy your music.

Yet it was a risky business. Shows were loud and the audience could be violent. Not meaningfully of course. Just on accident.

And after a few close calls with fans on stage, or getting close after shows, you had a body guard. Evan Buckley. Or Buck as he insisted. This huge, 6'2, dirty blonde hunk of a guy.

Buck was lovely, a bit intimidating though. So he would stand between the baricades and the stage in the gap between. He would wait for the moment you wanted to go into the crowd and gently place you in, his hands always around your waist.

But this time when getting you back up on the stage, he fully wrapped your body around his as people grabbed at you. Your eyes were wide and your cheeks flushed.