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Hahah I know I was well you saw me I had the jar I gave him did you see our awkward hug haha I thought he was gonna...
hahaha yeah i feel like my picture was awkward just because i was over thinking it which i shouldn't of because hes so sweet and easy to be around D: I wish the concerts went on for like three days you can just go home in between rest and go to another concert
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I KNOW I’M ME AND I WAS THE ONE WHO SPILT THE COFFEE ON THE TABLE ALSO!! I HAD ONE THING TO DO AND I SPILLED...
IM KATIE THE ONE THAT ASKED ABOUT THE FIRST SONG HE LEARNED ON GUITAR AND STUFF LIKE THAT (your question was better because seriously he smells so good like i hugged him and like wow ok he should be a candle)
This was requested by Kenzel and I hope you enjoy it!
Written in: Hunter's POV
Just click on 'Read More' to read the entire one-shot! :)
“Hunter, you’re on in five.”
I turned around, guitar in hand, to see my stage manager stood by my side. I nodded and shot a smile his way before taking a deep breath to calm my nerves. I’d played shows before – hundreds of them – but that never stopped me from feeling anxious beforehand. In fact, I probably had more of a reason to be nervous for this show.
It wasn’t just because I was playing a bigger venue. It wasn’t just because I was holding a meet and greet afterwards. It was because I had a special guest coming to watch me play. Now, don’t get your hopes up and think I’m playing for the President (even though I already have and it was awesome!) because I’m not. In all honesty, my special guest isn’t even famous in the slightest. They’re just a normal person – one of my fans. Or should I say, she is one of my fans.
I know you’re probably sat there thinking that I shouldn’t be nervous about playing in front of her. She’s just a fan, right?
Wrong.
“Hunter, you’re on in two.”
I nodded again and quickly jumped up and down on the spot, trying to shake off some of my nerves. I hadn’t played a show with Kenzel in the audience for a few months, so this unexpected surge of anxious energy running through my veins was something that I’d only recently learned how to deal without. Now, it was back and I was starting to wonder how many times I’d mess up during this set.
Yes, she made me that nervous.
Although, to be fair to her, she didn’t know that she made me this nervous. To anyone else, she’d just be one of my fans – probably my biggest fan – but she was actually one of my best friends, too.
Of course, in the beginning, she’d started out as one of my fans. That was just a given. All relationships start somewhere, don’t they?
For us, it was back in December 2011 when Kenzel had come to one of my shows which just so happened to be her first concert. She told me that she was hooked on my music since seeing me with her friend that day and that she’d gone straight home and booked concert tickets for one of my upcoming shows that year. At that second concert, she won meet and greet tickets and it was on that day that our friendship was founded.
I’d like to call all of my fans my friends in some sense. They’re supportive, they fly from miles around just to hear me sing and I hang out with them whenever I can. Kenzel, however, is a very special sort of fan. And she had become a very special friend over the years. The number of times she had seen me perform live was a surprising total of 54 (including today) and she had been backstage with me after every single one of those shows. She was just incredibly supportive and I couldn’t have asked for more from her.
“Hunter, are you ready?”
I looked up and saw my band and stage manager standing by the stairs next to the stage. I smiled at them all and tucked my ear piece into my ear. The sound of fans from the audience screaming my name faded a little bit as I did so and I took a deep breath before running onto the stage.
A thousand smiling faces looked up at me, their voices screaming for my music and yelling my name. Some of them had even brought homemade signs which always made me smile. There was just something that I couldn’t put my finger on when playing live – but it was absolutely incredible. I quickly made my way over to the microphone and looked out into the crowd.
“Wow!” I laughed, my voice amplifying around the theatre. “Thank you so much for coming out tonight. You guys look amazing.”
Another scream erupted from the crowd and I smiled around at them all. I took in each and every corner of the room before finally settling my eyes on the front row. And right there - front row and centre, seat number five - there she was.
She smiled up at me, her eyes sparkling and I smiled back down at her. I shot her a quick wink, trying – and hopefully not failing – to disguise it as a blink before diving straight into the first song.
I tried my absolute best not to look at her too much during that song but I couldn’t help it. She looked absolutely stunning tonight and the fact that she’d flown all the way to my show in Nashville, just so she could see me, made me want to sit in front of her on the stage all night and play my set for just her.
After playing two additional songs, I returned to the microphone, wiping the sweat from my brow. I took a sip of my water and even that movement caused some fans on my right to scream. I laughed before gripping the microphone in my hand.
“You guys are all amazing!” I smiled, looking out at them.
Screams erupted again, lights darted around the room and cameras flashed repeatedly.
“So, uh…” I trailed off, twisting the microphone in its stand. “I’ve got another song for you guys.”
I could feel my heart beating in my chest from all of the excitement and nerves and I was just about to turn to walk towards my piano when I saw a fan holding a sign up in the audience. I pointed over to it and chuckled.
“What does that say?” I peered closer. “’I Wanna Make Hunter Feel Wanted?’”
The group of girls holding it up giggled and I smiled over at them. “Well, you’ve succeeded in that, my friends. All of you guys have made me feel wanted tonight. All of you have welcomed me and I feel honoured to be playing for you all tonight.”
Another cheer.
“In fact, that’s actually a really good sign to have at this point in the show!” I laughed, gesturing to it again. “I, uh, I actually wrote ‘Wanted’ for a special someone in my life.”
A nervous laugh escaped my mouth as I introduced the song like I had at 40 of the 54 shows Kenzel had attended.
“That person may or may not be in the room tonight.” I continued before quickly running over to my piano. I took a seat before putting my lips to the microphone again. “But if they are, I just wanted to say that I wrote this song for you because I want to make you feel wanted.”
And with that, I started playing the first few chords of the song. I just hoped that, whether it was tonight or in fifty shows time, Kenzel would come to realise that the song I was playing right now had been written for her because she wasn’t just my fan or my best friend – she was the girl who made me feel wanted.
