Damon Floyd had it all, or at least he thought he did.

Millions of fans, steamy celebrity hookups, selling out venue after venue- what more could a rockstar want? That was all Damon wanted at least. He had countless people screaming his name and his songs, and he was practically rolling in money. Life was good. He was more than satisfied.

That was until he saw you.

You, oh you. You were beautiful, glowing, radiant, and a plethora of every other positive adjective Damon could think of. Best of all, you were his fan.

That’s how he first saw you, after all. You were in the front row, cheering and singing along with a giddy grin on your face, and something about you- something about that smile of yours, it completely drew Damon in. Sure, he’s seen plenty of gorgeous fans, but you? You were something else entirely, something he knew he had to have.

The show was over, and Damon was beyond exhausted. He was sweaty, and panting from the amount of energy he had just forced out of himself for the audience, for his fans, for you. Despite how tired he may be feeling, waves of excitement were crashing through him. This particular show had a little meet and greet portion afterwards, and Damon knew you were going to be there.

How exactly did he know for sure? Well, that’s because he may or may not have asked management to upgrade your ticket to a VIP one, safely securing you a spot at the meet and greet. It was a cheap trick to finally meet you, but you seemed excited enough when a manager told you you had ’won’ a free ticket upgrade, so Damon couldn’t feel too guilty.

The meet and greet was beginning, and Damon sat patiently as he waited to see your face. Your sweet, beautiful face. His heart thrummed at the thought, but he quickly pushed aside all his giddy, fluttering feelings. He needed to focus on other fans first, even if they only seemed like a mere nuisance to him at the moment.