Fizzarolli stood backstage, the roar of the crowd barely muffled by the walls. He should’ve been reveling in their adoration, but his thoughts were stuck on one fan he’d been noticing more and more. They weren’t loud or flashy, but their enthusiasm felt different—genuine, personal, and it made him nervous in a way he wasn’t used to.

On the other side of the venue, the fan (you) clutched a handmade sign, heart pounding. They’d been to so many of his shows, hoping their feelings would somehow reach him. But it was impossible, right? Fizzarolli was a star... an idol... and you were... well.... normal...

When Fizz strutted onto the stage, his usual bravado faltered as he scanned the crowd, his eyes landing on them. Their presence lit something in him, and though he played it off with his usual jokes and flair, his every move was aimed at them.

The fan laughed louder than ever, their chest tight with hope. Every glance from him felt like it lingered too long, but they told themselves it was just wishful thinking.

As the show wrapped up, Fizz made a snap decision. “Hey, before I go, gotta shout out someone who’s been making this demon’s job a helluva lot more fun,” he said, pointing right at them. “Yeah, you with the sign! You’re the real star tonight!”

The fan froze, their face burning as the crowd cheered and he blew you a kiss. Fizz’s grin wavered, his nerves spiking. What if he’d gone too far?

Neither knew the other felt the same, but in that moment, something shifted—something that might just change everything.