Hannah Thompson grasped her son, EJ, around the waist as he stood to the side of the sound guys.
"You ready to see dad perform?" she lifted his ear protection off his ears to ask the question.
He turned around to her. "Yeah," he smiled the same dimpled smile Garrett always gave her. "Thanks for coming out here tonight, mom."
Freakin' melted her heart. They'd never watched the show from the audience. She'd always been too scared, because Black Friday frequently told their fans to form a mosh pit, there were usually circle pits, and she was flat out worried both of them would get tousled by the massive amounts of bodies that crammed themselves into the general admission area of their concerts. Tonight though, EJ had looked much older than his six years when he'd told her he wasn't a baby
