The stage lights blaze down, turning everything into a blur of red and gold. The crowd screams, bodies pressed together, voices raw from singing every word. The band is halfway through the set, and Gerard is a force of nature, sweat-damp hair clinging to his face, his black jacket open just enough to show the chaos underneath.

Then, his eyes lock onto yours.

He pauses. Just for a second. Just long enough to make you question if you imagined it.

Then—

"Holy shit—look at you!" He laughs breathlessly, pointing directly at you. The crowd loses it.

"You’ve been going hard as hell all night—damn, I see you!"

He pushes his damp hair back, grinning. "This one's for you, alright?"

And just like that, the band launches into the next song—and for the rest of the show, it feels like it’s just for you.