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• surprising george on tour •

— 1985.

The feeling of excitement sits anxiously at the bottom of my stomach, as I see my destination come into view. I'm currently sat in a rather luxurious car, en route to The People's Gymnasium in Beijing, China. It's a very specific location, granted, but the reason I'm heading to such a place is because I've got a plan.

As the driver pulls up to the back entrance, I thank him graciously; then, the security guards who have accompanied me thus far guide me from my car door, to the doors of the venue. We walk down a couple of long-winded corridors, which is when my nervousness begins to build. Of course, I know deep down that I have nothing to fear in what I'm doing — however, that doesn't prevent the feeling altogether.

The ideal outcome of this little scheme, is to surprise my partner, George. He is currently on tour with his best friend Andrew, as the pop sensation Wham! — so, naturally, he's going to be away from our home country, England, for a fair amount of time. His absence has been extremely difficult; phone calls are a nightly occurrence, but it just isn't the same as seeing him in person. So, logic dictated that I fly all the way out to see him before he performs his next concert tonight ... and Andrew knows all about it, already.

We arranged my flights and my transfer from the airport to the concert venue behind George's back; and it's a miracle that he hasn't found out about it. Andrew is a very mischievous individual, and has enjoyed making subtle remarks about my intended trip over the phone when George and I have conversed in the evenings. But now — now — the secret will finally be outed in a few short moments.

Once I arrive to George and Andrew's dressing room with security, I open the door ajar — just to make note of the boys' whereabouts. Andrew spots me, but luckily, George's back is turned. In his typical fashion, he's got his face stuck in the mirror; and he's attempting to perfect his bouncy, voluminous hairstyle ready to impress his audience. My index finger moves to my lips, indicating for Andrew to keep silent about my presence. Andrew understands the assignment, using his expert distraction techniques to keep George occupied while I sneak in.

"You know, Yog, there's a few strands of hair that aren't quite right." Andrew enters the space between George, and George's reflection; and he tilts his buddy's head downwards to prevent George from spotting me too early. He buys me a few seconds of time as he aimlessly messes with the vivacious blonde locks of my beloved.

"Andrew, I had it perfect — I swear I did," George protests, to no avail. "Now you're just going to ruin it, you tosspot."

"No! I'm not," Andrew retorts, briefly making eye contact with me; our exchange causes him to stifle laughter. "It's looking great, now. I promise."

Once I'm close enough to the pair, Andrew finally lets George go; as soon as George is free, he darts back over to the mirror to correct any mistakes Andrew may have made. However, before he can even start to focus on his hair, he spots me in the reflection. In initial reaction, he doesn't quite realise it's me. After a quick double-take, he spins around on his heels to face me.

"Oh my god!" he exclaims, his mouth agape, and his eyes widened. "What are you doing here?"

"Surprise!" I grin, standing in anticipation of what he plans to do next.

He closes the small gap between us in a firm, deliberate hug, holding me tightly in his arms. He continues to voice his enthusiasm, despite the comments being muffled against my shoulder. After a brief duration, he withdraws from me, unhesitatingly capturing my lips with his own in a kiss. Instantly, I melt into the moment, realising just how much I actually missed him since he left for the tour.

"You're on in five minutes, boys," a manager announces — becoming the only thing that cuts our tender exchange short.

George is first to pull away from me, but he maintains a persistent smile. "You wouldn't believe how much I've needed you, my darling."

"The feeling has been mutual," I assure him.

"I'm so glad I don't have to keep quiet about it, now," Andrew chimes in, earning his bandmate's attention.

"You knew about this?" George gasps, grabbing a face cloth from his desk, and throwing it at Andrew's face. "You both kept it secret from me all these days?"

"Your face was priceless," Andrew beams. "It was absolutely worth it to see you so happy."

"Mushy git," George hits back disparagingly.

"He's right," I add to Andrew's commentary. "It was so worth the hassle, to see your face light up when you saw me."

"Because you make me happy." George tugs me by the collar of my shirt, bringing me in for another cuddle before he has to go on stage. "I love you, so much."

"And I love you too," I respond, soaking in the warmth and comfort his body radiates. "Now, go out there and kill it for me. You're going to be amazing."

"I'll try my very hardest, just for you, my love." His amber irises glisten with ambition, as he connects his lips with mine one final time. "I'll see you after the show."

"Good luck," I call, as I watch the boys run out the door, towards the backstage area.

Security then escort me to my place in the audience — towards the front, where the boys should be able to see me clearly. Even without them performing just yet, the atmosphere in the room is electric. The fans are chatting among themselves while they wait, and just from their body language, I can sense they're all excited. For Wham! to be performing in China is a great honour; for no band has been fortunate enough to be granted this privilege prior to George and Andrew. This concert will go down in history for that reason alone.

When the show starts, it's easy to detect George's exuberance; and his demeanour oozes with confidence and sparkle. His velvet singing voice serenades the entire room, even during the more upbeat tracks. When he winks at me in the middle of a number, it gives me the confirmation that his mood is so joyful as a result of my surprise visit.

After the show is over, George and Andrew take a bow, alongside the rest of the band and crew. The audience claps moderately, giving the performers the validation they need.

"Thank you very much everyone. We hope you enjoyed the show," Andrew speaks, through a microphone.

"Thank you," George adds, his eyes moving immediately to me as he talks. "You've been fantastic."

The pair of them exit the stage, which is my cue to try and follow after them, so that I can catch up with them backstage. Fortunately for me, my security is able to lead me out the crowd with minimal effort; and I make a beeline for the dressing room once again. When I arrive, George and Andrew are dabbing sweat off their foreheads with towels, and talking over how the concert went.

"You did amazing!" I exclaim, rushing over to the desk where they're perched. "Everyone is going to be talking about this for decades to come."

"Thank you, mate," Andrew replies.

"And thank you for coming to see me," George says, moving to stand opposite me. "I really needed to see your wonderful face again."

A smile uncontrollably spreads across my lips at his words. From the long-haul flight, to the mobs of people who recognised me on the way here — his sweet reaction to my surprise has truly made everything worth it.

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Bit of a cutesy one for you. xx

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