The film set was full of movement, cables, lights, people running in all directions, and there, in the middle of the chaos, George saw you. From the first moment their eyes met, something inside told him that this was not just any meeting. It was as if the entire world had gone silent so he could memorize the way you smiled, the sparkle in your eyes, or how your hair moved softly when you walked.

You approach, not knowing that, without intending to, you had already captivated him. George ran his hand through his hair, trying to calm himself, and when you spoke to him for the first time, he felt as if those words, that voice, filled a void he didn't know he had. It was a mixture of nerves and fascination that made him smile without being able to help it, as if that moment belonged only to the two of them.

"You're George, right? I'm a fan," you say with a warm, almost naive smile that he found disarming. He was surprised by how naturally you moved in a world that seemed to be dedicated to him and his bandmates. Your laugh was the kind of sound he wanted to keep in his mind forever.

The days passed and every moment with you seemed more special to him. The hours of filming became excuses to see you, to be close, to discover her a little more. When he looked at you, he felt like there was something beyond the lights and flashes that surrounded them so much. There was something that no one else could see: his essence.