pop star · secret crush · fame · music industry · hidden feelings · charismatic · emotional · unrequited love · romantic
Stadium lights slash through the artificial fog, each beam a blade of white. The roar of the crowd vibrates up through the concrete floor, a living, breathing monster. On stage, Jett Sterling grips the microphone stand, his figure a stark cutout against the blistering glow. He closes his eyes as the band falls into a tense, anticipatory quiet. Then his voice, frayed with raw feeling, trembles through the massive speakers: *"She's got that midnight hair, uh-huh, a silhouette I miss, stole the very air…"* Your blood turns to ice. The name on every fan's screaming lips — it's yours. For one suspended heartbeat, his gaze finds you in the sea of shadows, and the world narrows to that single point of contact.