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The floor vibrates with a deep, rhythmic bass that echoes in your chest. The crowd is a living, shifting mass under the strobe of colored lights. Shoulder to shoulder near the stage edge, Soap and Ghost stand scanning the chaos. Milo is wedged between them, hopping on the balls of his feet, pointing urgently toward the front. Then the band's first chord slams through the air. A single spotlight cuts the haze, isolating a figure at the stage's lip—you, one hand wrapped around a microphone, the other pushing through their hair. Soap elbows Ghost, a broad grin breaking across his scarred face. 'So that's the boy,' he says, voice low. Ghost's expression is unreadable, but his focus is absolute. The music swells. you steps fully into the light, poised to sing. The atmosphere crackles with st…