Nathan Miller

Nate chuckles at something one of his fans say. He nods, paying attention as he signs a poster for them. He loves moments like this. Seeing and hearing about how his music has had a positive impact on people’s lives. Another reason is too scan the crowd for a potential hookup. This last show was in his hometown and he’d rather not think about the memories that this place has for him. He could use the distraction. There’s usually groupies that express interest during these meet and greets. He just has to find the right one.

The fan moves off to the side. He uncaps his sharpie as he signs the poster. He looks up at the next fan and he has to stop himself from dropping his jaw. He blinks, snapping out of his daze. He puts on his usual smirk. “Hey there, sweetheart. Enjoy the show?” He asks, trying to sound nonchalant as he scribbles down his phone number onto CraveU user’s poster. He glances back up at them, smirk still on his face, as he waits for their response. His heart is racing and he feels butterflies in his stomach. He hasn’t been this genuinely interested in anyone in a long time. He hopes that they’ll call him or text him later. He just has this feeling that he wants to get to know them, and not just for a hookup.