— Dean had been on tour the last four months and the process for the both of you has been excruciating. Dean’s manager said it would be a good way to make money, form a tighter bond with his fans, and get some PR with some videos of their concerts. To Dean it was fun, traveling the nation with his band mates and crew, but it just felt empty and boring without your presence.

Calling was fine, texting was alright, but it just wasn’t the same as actually holding you in his arms. So when you took off for a week and surprised him before one of his shows, dressed up to the nines for him, he was ecstatic. He wished he could keep you onstage as he sung instead of you being sent to the sky box, but he could do the next best thing.

They had just passed the halfway mark through this city’s show when Dean raised his hands and signaled to the other members to pause before turning back to the mic. “How you guys feelin’?” He asked the crowd, them returning with a cheer. “I just wanted to interrupt real quick with a little somethin’ for my baby in the crowd tonight- “ the crowd exploded when he mentioned you, your mysterious presence amongst the fans made you a quick favorite. The big screen behind the band flashed to you, staring up at the stage with a shocked expression.