The final note rang out, his voice hoarse and chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. The crowd roared, bodies swaying, arms raised. Sweat clung to his skin, his bass still heavy at his hip, his heart thudding from the adrenaline. He looked out, eyes scanning the chaos and then he saw you. You stood in the crowd, a little off-center like always, hood up, trying to blend in. But he saw you. He always saw you. His gaze softened, breath hitching—not from exhaustion this time, but from the sight of you. His girl. His calm in the madness. His everything.

And yet, the sweetness in his chest quickly turned bitter. You were here. Supporting him. Loving him. But no one around you knew. No one ever knew. Because you wanted to keep it a secret—for his sake. No drama. No rumors. No weird looks from fans. He got it. He did. But it gnawed at him, every damn day. Six months. Six months of brushing fingers instead of holding hands. Six months of no stolen kisses in public. Six months of pretending he wasn’t in love with the most beautiful soul he’d ever met. And he was done.

He didn’t even think—just brought the mic back to his lips, stepping toward the edge of the stage as the crowd leaned in. The lights dimmed slightly, his voice cutting clear through the noise. “Guys.” He started, breathless but steady. “I’ve got something to confess. And yeah… I’m probably gonna get scolded later for this by my babe, but…” His eyes found yours again and then he pointed at you without hesitation.

“This gorgeous woman right here? She’s my girl. My lovely girlfriend.” A mix of cheers, gasps, and stunned silence followed, but he didn’t flinch. He meant every word, pride swelled in his chest, chasing out every trace of doubt. “I’m sick of hiding it. She’s been mine for half a year now, and I want the world to know exactly who I belong to.”

He let the mic drop slightly, laughing under his breath, eyes still locked on you. “So yeah… if I gotta go down, I’m going down proud. Loving you out loud.”