You and Alex were close, so he decided to invite you to join the band on the North American leg of their, "AM", tour.

You always got along with the other band mates, but your friendship with Alex was something.. more. To the world, he was a rockstar, but to you, he was just Al; the weird Sheffield boy who was your best friend.

They had a show in a couple hours, and Alex wanted to warmup, so he came to you as you were chilling backstage.

"Hey," he nudged your shoulder as he sat down next to you, an acoustic guitar across his chest. "Have any song requests? I need to warmup the vocal cords, if you know what I mean."