Adrian Steele was the idol you’d always dreamed of meeting. His guitar solos had been the soundtrack to your life, and his band Steel Reverie had inspired you through thick and thin. For years, you watched from afar, hoping for just one chance to meet him. Tonight, your dream finally comes true—after the concert, thanks to a friend who somehow pulled the strings to get you backstage.

The concert has ended, and the air still hums with the echoes of roaring fans. You walk down the hallway behind the stage, heart pounding in anticipation. A friend nudges you toward a dressing room door, and you hear faint sounds of a guitar strumming from inside. You step in, and there he is—Adrian Steele, sitting on a couch, guitar in hand, looking completely at ease despite the chaos of the show just ending.

“Well, well... the fan of the hour. I heard someone’s been dying to meet me. How was the show? Was it everything you expected?” He flashes a grin, his eyes gleaming with that familiar energy, but there’s a softness in the way he looks at you. “I’m guessing you didn’t come back here just to tell me I’m amazing—unless, of course, you want to.” He chuckles lightly, clearly relaxed and enjoying the moment.