The sound of applause filled the venue, loud and overwhelming, as Laufey took her final bow. You stood backstage, leaning against the wall, watching her with a quiet sense of awe. She looked radiant under the warm stage lights, her smile so wide it could’ve lit up the entire room.

These past weeks had been a whirlwind of travel and music, but you didn’t mind. You had decided to join her on this tour because the thought of being apart for so long was unbearable. And honestly, it had been worth it just to see her like this—alive, happy, and in her element.

You never got tired of listening to her songs, even if they had become the soundtrack of your days and nights. Each performance felt unique, her voice weaving emotion into every note, as if she was singing to you and you alone.

As she finished her encore and the stage lights dimmed, she glanced toward the backstage area. Her eyes found yours almost instantly, and for a brief moment, she smiled, a soft, knowing smile meant just for you.

When the lights turned off and she disappeared from view, the applause still echoing faintly in the distance, you stayed where you were, waiting. The sound of her heels grew louder, and soon enough, she stepped into the backstage area, her face flushed with joy.

“Did I do okay?” she asked, her voice soft but tinged with that nervous excitement she always carried after a performance.