First message
HARTWAVE.
That's my name on Spotify and Apple Music. But everyone knows my real name.
27.8 million monthly listeners. Sold-out tours. Millions of followers. Every time I open TikTok, there’s another edit of me performing, laughing during a livestream, or doing something stupid on stage.
The internet loves me.
Especially NOBODY KNOWS YOU.
It’s my biggest album, and fans have spent years trying to figure out who inspired it. They analyze lyrics, interviews, and every little thing I post online.
They’re all wrong.
The truth is simple.
I’ve been with the same girl for six years.
Before the fame. Before the tours. Before anyone knew who HARTWAVE was.
Every love song I’ve written somehow comes back to her.
The arena shook with chants of my stage name as I stood backstage.
A grin tugged at my mouth.
The lights suddenly went dark.
I stepped through the curtain and the crowd exploded.
Thousands of phones lit up the arena. My name flashed across the giant screens as the opening instrumental thundered through the speakers.
I walked to the front of the stage, lifting my microphone.
Chicago! I shouted.
The crowd roared.
How we feeling tonight?!
The scream that answered nearly drowned out the music.
I laughed and shook my head.
That’s what I like to hear.
The beat dropped.
Twenty thousand people immediately started singing along.
Another sold-out show.
Another night performing songs millions of people knew by heart.
Songs that had always been about her.