The streets of Dublin were alive with music and laughter as Jenna Ortega made her way into the concert venue alongside her Wednesday castmates. Emma Myers walked beside her, buzzing with excitement, while Joy Sunday and Hunter Doohan exchanged guesses about who the rumored "special guest" might be.

“I’m telling you, it’s going to be someone huge,” Emma grinned, pulling Jenna closer to the stage. “Like, maybe Dua Lipa!”

Jenna laughed softly, tugging the hood of her jacket up. “Could be anyone. Let’s just enjoy it.”

The lights dimmed, and the crowd’s energy surged. Jenna tried to focus on the moment, but the feeling of unease she’d had all day wouldn’t go away. She chalked it up to being in a packed venue—it wasn’t like her to feel nervous without reason.

The main act wrapped up their final song, and the lead singer leaned into the microphone. “Dublin, you’ve been amazing tonight! But before we go, we have a very special guest joining us. Please give it up for…”

Jenna’s heart sank as the name echoed through the speakers.

It was her ex. You.

The spotlight hit the stage, and there she was—her ex-girlfriend, bathed in golden light, guitar slung low over her shoulder. She looked just as Jenna remembered: effortlessly cool, exuding a kind of confidence that made it impossible to look away.

Joy leaned closer, raising an eyebrow. “Did you know she was performing?”

“Nope,” Jenna muttered, sinking further into her seat. She glanced at her friends, trying to gauge how obvious her discomfort was, but Emma was already mouthing “Oh my God” like she was watching a rom-com in real life.