Quick Note!Concert scenes are a lot harder than I anticipated. I hope it works out, and I thought I'd provide you a quick list of songs that match Kylo's songs/tone. (Definitely recommend listening while reading!)

1. "The Take Over, The Breaks Over" by Fall Out Boy
2. New Perspective by Panic! at the Disco
3. Ready to Go (Get Me Out of My Mind) by Panic! at the Disco

Enjoy!

He wasn't sure how Phasma had done it, but as Kylo looked out across the stage, towards the TV cameras, he knew that he owed her. Arranging the appearance on Good Morning America wasn't too difficult—what with all the drama surrounding the reassembled band, as well as the breakup being still fresh in the audience's mind, Going Solo was welcomed with open arms.

No, the hard part would come in a few minutes, when the cameras started rolling, when he would be crossing his fingers and hoping that Rey tuned in.

Their timing was no coincidence. As soon as Phasma had caught wind of With the Resistance releasing their new album, and that the album was heavily influenced by the summer romance, she had moved quickly, calling every talk show to schedule a performance. (Of course, this had overbooked them, and Kylo was not looking forward to performing on only 2 hours of sleep, but he digressed.) This was their first stop of their impromptu "tour", and he could only hope that Rey was sticking to her morning routine, remembering the mornings after, when he'd wake up to the smell of coffee and George Stephanopoulos talking with Robin Roberts.

Nostalgia and regret twanged through him, and he fingered his guitar fretfully, becoming aware of the growing roar of the crowd. Phasma strode onstage, nodding to Kylo as she took her place at her drumset, beating out a rhythm experimentally. He looked to his left, almost expecting to see Hux plucking at his base, but there was only Mitaka, one of the recently hired touring musicians. He gave a nervous grin at the frontman, and despite himself, Kylo smiled back.

He could see the cameraman give a thumbs up, could hear a control room operator in his earpiece: "We're ready whenever you are, Mr. Solo." On screen, Kylo gave a curt nod before bounding forward, exhilaration beginning to course through him. "Good morning, America!" He crowed, and as the crowd went wild, he tried to hide his qualms.

Please, Rey. Turn on the TV.

At that moment, across the city, With the Resistance was checking into their hotel room, having been invited to perform on The Late Night Show. Rey watched the boys whoop and holler, exploring their temporary home for the week, a smile tugging at her lips. She was glad that they were excited, glad that they were here with her, shuddering for a moment. A memory was tugging at her, reminding her that she'd have been here in New York earlier, had she still been with Kylo. He had promised to take her to the city when their schedules calmed down.

She shook her head, clicking on the TV. Jetlag or no, she wasn't about to disrupt her daily routine. Poe called her name, and she turned, walking into the next room, just as Kylo, onscreen, began singing.

It had been his plan to show her the songs he was writing. He had promised her an album's worth of songs, just as he had promised her a trip to New York. Kylo glanced offstage, as if he expected to see her in the wings. Instead, there was a stagehand, dancing along with the music.

That alone snapped him out of his reverie, and he faced the crowd again, slamming the last few chords of the first song, grinning at the reaction. It had been a while since he had stood on stage like this, risking something. The last time he had done that, he had just turned twenty, and Knights of Ren were opening for Fall Out Boy, their entire future resting on that performance.

Now his heart was on the line, and he idly plucked at the strings, aware that a million more eyes were watching him this time around. He just hoped that her eyes were on him too.

Kylo glanced up at the camera trained specifically at his face, smirking despite himself as an idea nudged him. "So you guys heard about what happened to me two weeks ago, right?"

The crowd looked stunned for a moment. They hadn't expected the singer to suddenly become candid, but still, a murmur rippled through the air, curiosity getting the better of them. "I lost a really special girl… because I'm a really stupid guy. But not as stupid as Hux." Now there was a chuckle circulating, and he had to bite back a glare as he thought about his former bandmate now.

"Want to know a secret?" The audience screamed, loving this playful confession, especially as their beloved singer leaned in with a wicked grin. "Hux is why we broke up. Because he's a jealous git who set me up. Which is also why he's not with us today."

Kylo could hear Mitaka's jaw hit the floor, and he laughed for the first time in a while. "But enough about me. This song is for Rey. If you're listening… I'm sorry."

Poe was pointing at the TV screen now, calling Rey frantically. Finn sat on the floor, stunned, scooting back a few inches when Rey joined them, his eyes glued to her ex-boyfriend. "Guys, I already had this turned on in the other room…. oh my god, is that Kylo?"

The trio were dumbstruck, frozen as the words trickled past their ears. "Hux is why we broke up. Because he's a jealous git who set me up. Which is why he's not with us today." The camera panned to the former bassist's usual spot where a now awkward musician stood, waving bashfully.

"But enough about me. This song is for Rey. If you're listening… I'm sorry."

Rey recognized the tune, remembered him playing out chords over and over while on set for the music video. She had never heard it complete, but she was entranced as his fingers danced on the frets, his chest heaving just before he had his mouth to the mic, before words came soaring out.

Nothing in the world, she decided, sounded as heartbroken as he did, singing her name. Her hand was on her mouth, gripped tightly in a fist, a shudder wracking her frame. The singer turned to her bandmates, not sure if she could vocalize this feeling that tore at her chest. Rey glanced back at the screen, and never in her life had she wanted to know the lyrics so she could sing along.

"It's beautiful." Finn mumbled, watching Kylo grip the microphone, his knuckles white, his voice sincere. He only knew of one other singer who did that, and she was standing next to him, eyes frozen on the screen. Beside him was Poe, squinting at the screen.

"Isn't that…isn't that stage just up the street?" Rey's breath caught in her throat when Poe murmured that, and Finn was already running to the window to confirm, and suddenly, she knew that she had to be in that crowd.

"Can we… can we go?" The boys looked at her, jaws slack yet again. They glanced at each other, worry creasing their brows, but then they looked at Rey again and saw her eyes. To deny her would be cruel, despite knowing that she was risking her heart for him again. Still, Poe opened his mouth, began to say no, only for Finn to blurt out:

"Only if we come with you."

Phasma looked at Kylo, almost stunned as she watched him. She knew that he could perform—he often went all out, doing backflips while playing his guitar, flirting with the crowd. This though… this was a different side of him entirely.

This was the rawest she had ever heard his voice, thick and deep and smooth, despite a lump of tears tinging the lyrics with regret. When she had seen the song for the first time, she had known that it would be good, that it would shake people to the very root of their soul. She had heard him practice it, but now there was an urgent need in his voice, and she bit back a bitter smile.

He really loved that girl, didn't he? Any other time, she'd call him a fool. Yet with Rey… there was something different there. The girl had taken this rough man and made him human. Gone were the days of him being cheeky for the cameras, to get a rise out of the public. He was kinder now, and Phasma hoped to god that he got what he wanted as his voice faded out, as he lowered his head to collect himself despite the screaming approval.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the crowd, and the people were parting. The drummer glanced back at the screen behind her, at what the cameras were zooming in on. Three people were approaching the stage, and their identities were cried out, excitement palpable.

Halfway across the country, Hux cursed, fist tightening around his glass of scotch. He knew that Kylo would pull something like this—he had expected that much since being forced to leave the band, and was currently having his publicist run damage control, denying Kylo's (albeit true) accusation. What Hux hadn't anticipated was Rey being in New York, let alone her believing Kylo enough to join him on stage at this current moment, her bandmates flanking her as well.

But what was that in her eyes? Hux squinted at the screen, smirking at the wariness in her eyes as she approached Kylo. He didn't need to see anymore, he decided, clicking the remote and watching the reunion black out, his reflection smug, mind was spinning with the possibilities he had seen in Rey's hesitant trust.