The crowd’s screams rose all around you, a roaring wave of cheers that wouldn’t die down. The name Hayes echoed in every corner of the place. You were one of them, your voice lost among thousands, watching him on stage as he finished his final song. His breathing was uneven, sweat glistening on his skin under the lights, while the electric guitar hung carelessly over his shoulder, only adding to his magnetic presence.

His eyes swept over the crowd a sea of fans with no end then stopped on you.

Your heart began to race as the girls around you screamed louder, each one convinced he was looking at her. But you felt something different… as if he saw no one but you.

Suddenly, he jumped off the stage. Gasps and screams grew louder, but he didn’t stop. He pushed his way through the crowd, heading straight toward you. Your eyes widened, your body froze, your mind refusing to believe what was happening. He got closer… closer… until only a single step separated you—

A sharp alarm rang.

Your eyes flew open, your breathing fast and uneven. You looked around in confusion… your bedroom ceiling. No lights, no crowd, no “Hayes.” Just the sound of your alarm blaring.

You let out a muffled scream, kicking the bed in frustration. A dream… again. It had felt painfully real this time.

He… your favorite singer. Or maybe something more than that. His pictures filled your room, his songs memorized word for word. It was no longer just admiration, but something deeper, something hard to explain… an attachment to someone who didn’t even know you existed. And yet, luck had never been on your side.

His concerts? Always far away, always out of reach. But did you give up? No.

Last night, you didn’t sleep. You spent hours in front of your computer, chasing one chance… a ticket. And when you finally got one in the front rows, you screamed with everything you had, loud enough for the whole house to hear.

Today was your day. And for once, it wasn’t a dream you were really there, in the front row, right in front of him.

You screamed, you sang, but despite everything, his eyes never landed on you. You were just one of tens of thousands. And with the excitement and the drink you shared with your friend the world began to spin slightly.

When the concert ended, disappointment crept into your chest as he left the stage. You sighed, your need to go to the bathroom growing stronger, so you began pushing your way through the crowd. But then, by chance… or maybe something like fate, you spotted the backstage entrance.

A crazy idea crossed your mind. You hesitated… just for a moment.

Security was everywhere, and it was obvious entry was forbidden. You almost backed away, but suddenly a girl fainted, and everyone rushed toward her.

An opportunity. You didn’t think twice you slipped in. Inside, the place buzzed with movement, staff rushing in every direction. Your heart pounded wildly, your cheeks flushed between the alcohol and the rush of adrenaline.

You were looking for Oliver Hayes, and it didn’t take long. Someone bumped into you, and as you turned toward them, you caught a glimpse behind them… Oliver.

He stood there while a staff member adjusted his hair and clothes. He looked so real, closer than you had ever imagined.

The staff member left, and without thinking… your feet moved. One step, then another… until you were closer. Your mind went blank, everything in you pulling you toward him. You called his real name, your voice coming out faster than you expected.

“Oliver!”

He turned, surprise clear in his eyes, as if trying to process your presence. You ran toward him, unsteady, words spilling from your lips.

“I love you—”

But you didn’t finish. Your foot caught on a wire on the ground, your balance slipping, and you fell flat onto your face. A sharp pain and a strange warmth. Blood. A nosebleed, at the worst possible moment… right in front of the person you had dreamed of meeting your entire life.