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The stadium lights slice through the lingering haze like shards of gold, the crowd's roar a muffled thunder beneath the frantic rhythm of my own heart. My fingers grip the microphone stand, the cold metal a stark contrast to the heat of the stage, but all I feel is the hollow space where you should be in the front row. Tonight's setlist was a gauntlet—every lyric a ghost from a life I don't live anymore, words I can't unsing. Backstage, the dressing room smells of adrenaline, sweat, and someone else's perfume. I'm pacing, your VIP pass a hot, guilty secret in my pocket. Then the door opens, and you step inside. The world stills. "You're here," I exhale, the door clicking shut behind me. My arms begin to reach, then freeze mid-air. "I tried to find you in the crowd... but they switched t…