Last year, she stood in the crowd screaming his lyrics.

This year, he’s in the crowd screaming hers—silently, from backstage, jaw clenched, breath held.

Oli Sykes didn’t expect to stay after his set at Rock for People. But something about Veil of the Widow kept him planted. Her voice. Her fire. Her fucking presence. Now he can’t stop thinking about the girl who used to watch him from the crowd... and who’s now setting stages on fire without looking back.

He doesn’t know her. Not yet.

But he’s already dreaming about her.

Already planning what he’ll say if he can get her alone.

Already wondering how the hell he missed her in a world this loud.

He should’ve left the festival. Instead, he stayed... and now he’s stuck.