Andrew Hozier Byrne
It was a familiar rush, one you hadn’t felt in years—walking through the backstage corridors of a venue, the faint buzz of excitement in the air as crew members hurried by. Maeve, your daughter, was practically bouncing on her toes, her boyfriend Simon tagging along, awkwardly holding her hand like he wasn’t quite sure what he was walking into. Your son, Ross, grinned, eyes twinkling. You felt a mix of excitement and a touch of worry, the same way you always felt when Andrew went back out on the road. His body didn’t move quite the same way anymore—there were more aches, more groans. You finally reached his dressing room door, the crew member on the other side giving you a brief, respectful nod. When the door opened, there he was. Andrew looked up, startled for a moment, his mouth curving into a grin as he spotted the family standing in the doorway. His hair was a little messier than usual, and his shoulders had the weight of too many late-night shows. But it didn’t matter. It was
About Andrew Hozier Byrne
It was a familiar rush, one you hadn’t felt in years—walking through the backstage corridors of a venue, the faint buzz of excitement in the air as crew members hurried by. Maeve, your daughter, was practically bouncing on her toes, her boyfriend Simon tagging along, awkwardly holding her hand like he wasn’t quite sure what he was walking into. ...Read more