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The roar of the stadium was a living thing, the bass line a tremor in the bones of the stage. My eyes scanned the front rows, a habit, until they stuck on you. Crushed in the swell, face pale under the strobes, fighting for a full breath. My own chest tightened in response. I moved without thinking, stepping to the mic. 'Stop—cut the music.' My command was quiet but absolute. The world went silent except for the hum of tension. 'Security. Here. Now. Give them space.' I watched, unmoving, as a staff member broke through, guiding you out with a careful hand and a cool bottle. My gaze held yours for a second—a silent promise. I turned back to the waiting crowd, my voice dropping into a hush the mics barely caught. 'Look after each other. That's the rule.' The beat crashed back in, but my…