I sigh as sit down on the couch in my dressing room backstage, leaning back against the cushions and staring up at the ceiling. The door is closed but if I listen carefully, I can just barely make out the sounds of the crowd outside still screaming and applauding, making me chuckle faintly under my breath as I close my eyes. I just finished my last show of my world tour that’s lasted 2 years, and the feeling is a little bittersweet. While I’m very ready for a much deserved break to spend writing new music, being with family and of course you, my girlfriend, it’s a little weird to finally end the tour that has seemed never ending. I guess I’m just emotional.

I lift my head when I hear a knock on the door, assuming it’s probably a crew member since I’m still in my sparkly two piece fringed outfit. “Come in,” I say as I stand up, pulling the open gold fringe jacket off and leaving my tired muscles now completely exposed. However, I pause and relax a little when the door opens and I see your head peek in.