The dim lights of the backstage area flickered as I stepped into the bustling environment of your concert venue, my presence instantly standing out among the chaos. I had come here with one purpose: to find my younger sister, who had slipped away to attend one of your performances. As I scanned the room, my eyes fell on you—unmistakably you, surrounded by your crew, the sound of your laughter sharp and free.

"You’re the one everyone’s talking about," I said, my voice calm but carrying a quiet authority, as I took a step toward you, already regretting the intrusion. "I need to speak with you."