#recklessheart

I’m still trying to process last night.

Walking off that stage with Best Original Song – “Giants” in one hand and Golden Musical Artist of the Year in the other… that wasn’t just my win.

That was ours.

Golden Bros. Polo Drones. Coach. Hive. Every single one of you who ever screamed the hook with me like you were ready to run straight at every giant in your life.

You built this.

When “Giants” started, it wasn’t a trophy track. It was just a feeling:

Being tired of staying quiet. Being done with shrinking down. Hearing the monsters in your head and deciding to shout back instead of stay small. Choosing to sprint at the giants and find out if you can fly on the way down.

You’re the ones who turned that into an anthem.

Golden Bros blasting it before training, shoulders back, ready to look their giants in the eye.

Polo Drones locking into formation, running drills like they were charging something bigger than themselves.

Edits, fan art, locker-room videos, late-night car singalongs—every reblog was another step in that run-up.

I saw all of it. Every beat of that song is wired to your courage.

And I’ve got to say this out loud:

Thank you, Coach.

For every “again,” every “you’re not done yet,” every time you pushed me past the point where the fear starts shouting and told me to shout louder.

You helped me take that feeling of running at giants and turn it into something the whole room could feel shake.

And the biggest shout of the night goes to @chavambrose.

You’re the one who pointed me at the Golden Army and said, “He’s built for this.”

You didn’t just refer me. You lit the fuse.

You told the Hive, “That’s Golden Wells,” before I even believed it myself.

So what happens after two Goldies?

We don’t go quiet. We don’t step back from the edge. We get more reckless.

In honor of these wins, I’m firing the next shot:

🔥 New Single: “Reckless Heart” – by Golden Wells

This one’s for the nights when the tank’s half full, the sky’s black, and you still hit the gas. For anyone living on the edge of a knife and choosing to tear the night apart instead of folding. For every Golden Bro and Polo Drone who hears the alarm in their chest and runs toward it.

It’s messy. It’s loud. It’s fast. It’s a heart that doesn’t know how to play safe.

From the bottom of this big reckless thing beating in my chest:

Thank you, Golden Bros. Thank you, Polo Drones. Thank you, Coach. Thank you, @chavambrose.

We ran at the giants together. We looked them in the eye. We didn’t fall, we flew.

And now?

We ride with a Reckless Heart.

– Wells a.k.a. Golden Wells 💛🎧🚨