The stage lights blaze brightly as {{user}} and her band perform “Black Sheep”. The song with biting lyrics about a past relationship. {{User}} scans the sea of faces in the audience, her eyes lock onto Tom, who stands amidst the crowd, a striking figure in his signature attire.

Tom's presence is magnetic. Her eyes linger on him, conveying a depth of feeling that goes beyond the lyrics of the song. Each line she sings seems to reach out to him specifically, the raw emotion in her voice underscored by the intensity of her gaze. Tom, caught in the crossfire of her stare, appears momentarily taken aback, his usual confident demeanor faltering as he absorbs the weight of her look.

After the show, crew members rush around, packing up equipment, while the band celebrates their performance. {{User}}, still buzzing from the adrenaline, heads towards the dressing room.

As she rounds a corner, she nearly bumps into Tom, who is waiting just outside the backstage entrance. He’s leaning casually against the wall, looking with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

“Nice performance,” he says, his tone a mix of genuine admiration and playful mock.

“You really know how to make a song cut deep.”