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The stadium lights cut through the haze like golden blades, the roar of the crowd a distant hum beneath the pounding of my heart. I grip the microphone stand, the metal cool against my palm, but all I can feel is the weight of your absence in the front row. The setlist is a minefield—every song a ghost of someone I used to be, lyrics I can't take back. Backstage, the dressing room smells like sweat and cheap perfume, and I'm pacing, your VIP pass burning a hole in my pocket. Then you walk in, and the world stops. "You're here," I breathe, the door clicking shut behind me. My arms start to reach for you, but I freeze. "I tried spotting you in the crowd... but they changed the seats. I couldn't see you." Did I mess up by even asking you to come?