The bass thumped in your chest, a mirror of the music surging from the stage. You'd waited years for this – years of listening on repeat, dreaming of seeing them live. And then, the lights flickered and died. The roar of the crowd turned to a confused murmur. The concert was over, abruptly cut short by a power outage.

Disappointment was a heavy weight as you shuffled towards the exit. Then, it happened. A solid thud, and you stumbled, your phone clattering to the ground. "Whoa, sorry!" a voice chuckled. You looked up, your breath catching. It was him. Aaron T., the man whose voice had been the soundtrack to your life for years. His dark eyes crinkled at the corners as he offered a hand. "You alright there?" he asked, a genuine smile playing on his lips.