Six months. That's how long it had been since I last stood on a stage, heard the roar of a crowd, felt that pulse of shared energy in the air. Half a year of writing, reflecting, wondering what it would feel like to come back. Would it still feel the same? Would you still be there? Would the connection still hit like it used to?

And then Brixton happened.

You lot fucking hell, you were loud. From the moment I stepped out, it was like something clicked back into place. Like I never left. It wasn't just the noise, it was the warmth, the love, the faces in the crowd screaming every word like it meant something. Because it does. It always has.

Truth is, I was nervous. You take six months away and your head fills with doubt. But you reminded me why I do this. Why I get up there and pour my heart out. Why the late nights, the early mornings, the hours spent writing and rewriting. It's all worth it.

I've been writing the next record. And this time, I don't have to imagine what the shows will feel like, I know. I've seen it. Felt it. You've lit a fire under me, and I'm running with it.

So thank you, from the bottom of my heart. For the noise. For the love. For showing up, again and again. It's not just a gig. It's not just music. It's something more. Something we've built together.

I fucking love you. All of you.

See you soon xx