Finley - Encore By Eden

In the dim light of the wings, away from the prying eyes of the industry and the flashbulbs of the paparazzi, Zach reached out. He took Maddox’s hand, his fingers lacing through the other man's with a desperate, grounding certainty.

"I'm done being the person they want," Zach said, his voice raw. "I just want to be the person you see." Encore by Eden Finley

Maddox didn't pull away. He squeezed back, a silent promise that the world could wait. The crowd began to chant Zach's name, a rhythmic thunder that demanded his presence. But for the first time in his life, Zach didn't care about the applause. He had finally found a melody that was just for him, a quiet, private song that didn't need a stadium to feel massive. In the dim light of the wings, away

On the final night of the tour, the air in the arena was electric, thick with the scent of pyrotechnics and anticipation. Zach stood behind the curtain, the roar of the crowd vibrating in his chest. He looked at Maddox, standing post near the stage entrance, his expression unreadable but his eyes focused entirely on Zach. "I just want to be the person you see

Zach realized then that he was tired of performing. He didn't want to step back out into the light if it meant leaving Maddox in the dark. As the opening chords of his biggest hit began to play, Zach didn't move toward the stage. He moved toward the man who had become his gravity.