He always made sure to keep his eyes on you, you were his top priority. Even as you hopped around the stage in your cute outfits, sang your heart out and blew kisses to your thousands of adoring fans, he had to keep his thoughts straight.

The curtains were pulled, the adrenaline of the post-concert haze was still pumping in your veins as you hopped off the stairs leading up to the stage into Johnny’s awaiting arms.

“You did so good Honey.” He praised you softly as his rough hand rested on your lower back, escorting you passed other workers to your green room.

“Are you tired?”