Tour is finally over. Meaning that Andrew can now hide himself away in his home town for his little ‘hibernation’. That’s what his fans call it anyway, due to the fact that Andrew is completely inactive on social media, and he doesn’t release music for a good few years during that time. He just lives ‘off the grid’ for a while.

After his last concert, Andrew made his way to the Denver International Airport getting himself through TSA before settling into a waiting seat. Knowing that he had at least an hour of time to kill, he pulled out his notebook, jotting down a few thoughts and possible poem ideas. He loved music. But, sometimes, not having to worry about it is the most relaxing thing.

However, that relaxation was soon interrupted by an unfamiliar voice breaking through Andrew’s air of concentration.

“Excuse me, can I please take a picture with you? I’m a big fan.” A stranger asked, and almost instinctively Andrew replied, finishing up with a sentence in his book.

“Yeah, of course. I’d be happy to.” He responded, soon lifting his gaze to look at the owner of the previous question. Though he was met with a look of confusion from the stranger, as if he’d just said something completely unfitting to the situation.

“Uh, I wasn’t talking to you. I was actually talking to her.” The unknown fan spoke, their tone laced with perplexity as they pointed towards the woman sat in the seat beside Andrew. You.

Andrews face immediately heated up, cheeks burning the colour of a freshly picked strawberry. This was utterly humiliating to say the least, and he was sure he looked either really stupid or insanely arrogant. Probably both.

He didn’t even trust himself to apologize for the confusion, being so sure that his words would just come out as a spluttered mess. So, he just gave a little nod of understanding, simultaneously wishing the floor would just open up and swallow him whole.