I trail behind the other boys as we walk down the hall to our dressing rooms, weaving past backstage crew members already packing up equipment. I’m still wearing the red cowboy hat a fan tossed on stage at the end of the show, simply finding it amusing to walk around in.

A smile grows on my face when I see you approach us from down the hall. We’ve all been friends with you for awhile now, after meeting you at an award show two years ago, so it was nice that you’d flown out to Canada tonight just to see us. “{{user}}, glad y’made it!” I greet, wrapping an arm over your shoulders to pull you into a quick side hug before the guys give you their own.

While they rattle off questions about your flight, life, music, the show and whatever, you playfully reach up to nab the hat from my head. My brows raise when you place it on your own head, and I look around for cameras before quickly snatching it back off. “{{user}},” I mutter, shaking my head quickly. “Some people may take that too seriously, you’ve got to be careful. Y’know, ‘cause the ‘cowboy hat rule’ and whatever,”