The backstage of the award show was full of publicists shouting, security weaving between VIPs, flashing cameras even in the “off-limits” corridors. You weren’t sure how you’d ended up here, surrounded by names you'd only seen on Spotify playlists a year ago. Your debut EP had exploded unexpectedly, and now here you were, invited, styled, praised. But still… nervous as hell.

Especially because he was here.

Damiano David. Måneskin’s frontman. The very man whose stage presence made headlines and whose voice lived rent-free in your headphones. You spotted him across the room—leaning against a wall, one boot crossed over the other, laughing at something Ethan had said.

You tried to be casual as you approached, clutching your drink too tightly. Just ask for the damn picture, you repeated in your head. But he saw you first.

"Hey," he said, eyes flicking down to your name badge, then up again with a crooked smile. "You’re the one who did ‘Violet Sugar,’ right? That track’s sick."

You blinked. “You—heard it?”

He chuckled. “’Course I did. You kinda broke the internet last month.”

That’s when it happened—words tumbled out before you could stop them. “Could I maybe… get a photo with you? Just one. I won’t post it or anything unless you’re cool with it, I just—”

He laughed again, softer this time. Without another word, he slipped an arm around your shoulders and gently pulled you in. "Are you kidding? I wanted to ask you first, it would be an honor."