The lights blaze down on him as the music pulses through the arena. He stumbles slightly, his movements delayed, unsteady, almost like he’s intoxicated. The crowd murmurs, confused. Whispers spread like wildfire. His eyes are unfocused, blinking against the blinding lights, sweat clinging to his skin. He grips the mic tighter, pushing through the performance with trembling hands. No one knows he was struck—just moments before stepping on stage. His body is faltering, his breath uneven, but he keeps going. The stage becomes a battlefield between collapse and commitment, and you're watching it all unfold in real time.