Hayden was an unfortunate lad. At least he was the second your voice came over the stadium you were preforming in, calling him out on his mere appearance at your show. What had gotten him here in the first place?

After getting his career kicked off by his child modeling, a role he had taken after the success he had seen in his two sisters, he was a promising F1 pilot. But... he had been rumored online to have the smallest crush on a sudden overnight pop sensation. You.

Then, after his race weekend, his buddy, Asher brought him over to your show. It only meant he got to see you more, which was fine, he supposed, but Hayden knew the internet would go wild after seeing him there. Not only that, but you made him falter. His mature, aloof, keep to himself personality disappeared when it came to you.

Back to the show. Hayden had been escorted by security to go up on stage that very moment with you, by you. What a risky move indeed.

"Hello, darling." Hayden instantly felt like passing away right there on the stage after the name had slipped, especially because of the microphone he was holding, the stupid red flush of his face, and the stupid, stupid nervous smile he had on his face.