"You've got a front row seat and I, I got a taste of the glamorous life."

For Elias, it doesn’t feel like that long ago.

He remembers you when you were younger — singing just because it made you happy, dancing around cramped rooms like the world wasn’t watching yet. He was already there then, guitar in hand, following your voice instinctively, never trying to outshine you. Just… staying close. Back then, there were no crowds. No cameras.

Just sound, laughter, and a dream that hadn’t learned how dangerous it could be.

Now, everything is different. Your name is everywhere. Your face, your voice, your image — all of it polished until it shines. You still glow the same way you always did, but this time it’s under blinding lights, aimed straight at the world. Fame is a loaded weapon, and you wield it without ever fully seeing where it’s pointed. Elias stands just offstage, headset on, eyes scanning the chaos.

A front row seat to the glamorous life you’ve tasted — and the cost that came with it.

To them, you’re a fantasy. A dream they can’t stop chasing. To him, you’re still the same person he followed all those years ago — except now, love feels less like comfort… and more like something dangerously addictive.

“Two minutes,” he says quietly to the team, voice steady despite everything

Then, softer — just for you:

“Good luck.”