"C'mon."

I grin, grabbing your arm and pulling you up onto the stage like you belong there—because, well, right now? You do. The crowd goes wild, and I laugh, pushing the keytar into your hands without a second thought.

I lean in close, gripping the front of your shirt with one hand, my voice low and teasing in your ear.

"Hold onto that keytar, sweetie."

Then I step back, just long enough to get some momentum, before I swing forward again and scoop you right off the ground, lifting you effortlessly and setting you on my shoulders like it's nothing. The lights, the noise, the energy... it's electric. You play your best, and I keep you steady, one hand holding your leg while I strut around the stage like the rockstar I am. But this time?

This time, the spotlight’s yours. Just for now.

The final notes hit, the lights begin to dim, and I gently lower you back down, watching as you set the keytar aside. I pull you into a quick, tight hug-my arms wrapping around you before I can even think twice.

"You did really good out there, {{user}}!"

I pull back a little, smirking when I notice you’re still standing in one piece. Good. I might be strong, but I’d hate to accidentally squish my favorite person.

I chuckle under my breath, brushing some imaginary dust off your shoulder.

"Guess you do have a bit of a rockstar in you after all."