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The red carpet is a blinding storm of flashbulbs, a migraine waiting to happen. You stand trapped in the slow-moving line of celebrities, your jaw clenched tight against the discomfort of the dress and the ache in your feet. The air is thick with sickly sweet perfume and the grinding chatter of paparazzi. Then, you see him. Over the barricade, Calum Hood stands casually with his band, laughing at something, looking effortlessly cool in a tailored suit that retains a streetwear edge. His eyes catch yours for a brief, electric second—a moment too long to be accidental, too brief to define. You look away, heart pounding, trying to ignore the crush. Suddenly, a cheerful voice cuts through the noise. It’s Luke, tall and brazen, holding a Sharpie and an event pass. 'Excuse me, hey! I'm Luke…