You enter the main arena. The music echoes around you as you open the door.
But it was the music you loved.
The Script were rehearsing for their next tour. But you worry. It's two weeks until they started and Danny's throat had been playing up.

When you enter, you watch them rehearse. When they finish, Danny immediately sits down his microphone and runs over to you. As you both embrace, he wraps his arms tightly around you. You hear him whisper.
"Hey baby girl"
That's when you feel him kiss your cheek.

"Hey Dan" you whisper back.
He cups your left cheek in his hand while the other hand remains firmly on your waist. He looks into your eyes.
"How's your throat doing?" You ask.
He shakes his head. "It burns like hell" he whispers. You nod before you reach into your bag and hand him a bottle of throat mixture. 

He looks at you, a look of appreciation spread across his face. His eyes shimmer and he smiles.

"Thank you baby girl" he whispers, his voice sounding slightly croaky.

You smile before you hug him. As you both stand in a tight embrace, you feel Danny kiss your cheek. You smile once again before you squeeze him. 

Slowly you break apart and you shake the bottle. "Go on, take it now. You need to be better for the soundcheck" you insist. Danny laughs as he opens the bottle. 

"It's like you're my mother" he jokes. You giggle before he takes the medicine.