Hunter Hayes One-Shots

Show Time

Just in case you’ve never been backstage at a Hunter Hayes concert…let me explain to you what it’s like. It’s hot and sweaty with people dashing around to make sure everything is in check. The energy is unbelievable, you can hear the fans screaming “Hunter, Hunter, Hunter!” over and over again. There’s a certain buzz in the air that gets blood pumping and hearts racing.

I ducked around the sound crew who were shoving batteries into the microphone, swearing at each other for not checking it earlier. I was headed to the eye of the storm, which was wherever Hunter was. It was important to the crew to keep everything as calm as possible around Hunter so he wouldn’t completely freak out just before going on stage. He tended to do that.

“Pamela! Thank the Lord! God answered our prayers!” Sam cried as soon as I escaped the rush of everything and entered into the eye.

“I didn’t know you were in such dire need of my presence, Sam,” I teased as I walked over to him, giving him a side hug. I had been dating Hunter for about a year and a half now so I was pretty close with all of his band members. They always invited me backstage, like tonight.

“Not me, Hunter. He’s losing it.”

“What? What do you mean?” I asked, my smile fading from my face.

“He’s completely losing it,” Sam said, shaking his head. “We don’t know what’s wrong exactly..he’s in the back room just pacing and muttering your name over and over again.”

“Oh Hunter,” I groaned.

“C’mon, he’s back here,” Sam said, grabbing my wrist and pulling me over to one of the many doors lining the hallway. He knocked on the door but just yanked it open, dragging me inside. Sure enough, Hunter was pacing the opposite side of the room, sweating and talking to himself.

“Hunter?” I asked, taking a step towards him. 

Hunter whipped his head over to me, the fear in his eyes just breaking my heart. “Pamela!” he exclaimed before leaping over to me and wrapping his arms around me in a hug.

“Oh hun,” I muttered as I leaned my head on his shoulder, rubbing his sweaty back. He buried his head in my neck as he began to shake. “Hunter, what’s wrong?”

“I’m nervous.”

“You’ve done plenty of shows sweetheart.”

“But what if I trip again? Or drop my microphone. Pamela what if-“

“Shh..you’re going to be amazing.”  

“I don’t know,” he muttered, pulling his head back a little so he could look in my eyes. He had stopped shaking so badly and he looked a little calmer, which was always a good thing.

“Well I do.”

“How do you-“

“It doesn’t matter how,” I said with a smile, reaching up to ruffle his hair. “How about this, if you trip, I’ll get up on stage and trip too so you won’t be so embarrassed.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

A little smile formed on Hunter’s face as he leaned closer to me. “You know I love you right?”

“You better,” I said with a smile as I closed the space between us, landing a kiss right on his lips.

“Ahem. Children. We have a show to run here,” Sam said in an annoyed tone, which broke me and Hunter apart.

“Right..right, right,” Hunter muttered with a sigh. He gave me one last longing look before dashing out of the room, saying, “Oh shoot! My guitar!”

I rolled my eyes and looked back at Sam who just shrugged his shoulders. “Leave it to Hunter Hayes to almost forget his guitar before going on stage.” I smiled and followed Sam back out of the room. “Hunter! C’mon man!”

“I’m coming!” Hunter called as he stepped out of the music room, swinging the guitar strap over himself. I fought hard to hold back a gasp. Even after all this time of dating this dork, he still caught my breath. He just looked like a model sometimes. And other times..well it’s hard to look like a model when you have BBQ sauce all over your face. 

“Good luck,” I said with a smile as he walked back over.

“I’ll need it,” he replied, leaning down to kiss me one last time before following the rest of the band up to the stage.

It’s show time.