Louis,
In 2012, you tweeted that you couldnāt believe you were even saying āMSG.ā
Back then, it was One Directionās Madison Square Garden debut. It was the five of you standing inside something bigger than any of you could possibly understand yet. You were kids, still growing into your own voice while the whole world was deciding what it wanted you to be before youād had a proper chance to decide for yourself.
And now itās 2026.
Tonight, itās your Madison Square Garden debut.
Your name. Your voice. Your band. Your songs. Your fans. Your fight.
I donāt know if there are words big enough for what that means, but I hope you feel it. I hope you really let yourself feel it. Not just as another show, not just as another room to win over, not just as another thing to prove. But as the kind of moment that reaches backwards and touches every version of you who had to keep going.
The boy with no solos.
The boy who learned to write because he had something to prove.
The man who kept choosing his fans even when the industry didnāt choose him loudly enough.
The man who rebuilt, and rebuilt, and rebuilt.
The man who turned survival into songs people could scream back at him.
There are people who have been here long enough to remember what it felt like when MSG was a miracle sentence. We remember the old tweets. The old interviews. The way you hid behind jokes. The way you carried more than people gave you credit for. The way you always tried to make everything about the fans because it was safer, because it was generous, because it was you.
But tonight, I hope you know weāre not just proud because you sold out the room.
Weāre proud because you got here as yourself.
Not untouched. Not unhurt. Not without compromise. Not without having to fight through things most people will never understand. But still yourself. Still funny. Still stubborn. Still sharp. Still sentimental. Still looking at a crowd like you canāt believe they showed up for you, even though they always will.
And if you sing Side By Side tonight, I hope you hear us sing it back with all the weight it deserves.
For the fans, yes.
For the years, yes.
For everyone who grew up with you, yes.
For every quiet loyalty, every unseen sacrifice.
There since you were eighteen.
Still here.
Still growing up side by side.
Tonight shouldnāt have to be about proving anything to anyone. Youāve already proved it. You proved it in the writing. In the touring. In the rooms that got bigger and louder. In the people who stayed. In the fact that Madison Square Garden gets to hear your songs tonight and know exactly who carried them there.
So I hope you cry if you need to.
I hope you laugh when you try not to.
I hope you look out at that room and let it hit you: this didnāt happen by accident. You built this. You earned this. You made it here.
And we are so, so proud of you.
Have your proper moment.
You deserve every second of it.
Side by side, always.
