The energy in the venue was electric, the bass from the speakers thrumming through my chest as I scanned the crowd. Fans were screaming, waving their light sticks, faces filled with excitement. It was my favorite part of the concert—the moment we got to interact with them up close.

I held out my mic, eyes sweeping over the front rows before locking onto someone. Their eyes widened in surprise as I gestured toward them, and I could see their hands tremble slightly as they reached for the mic. But just as I was about to pass it over, their friend—standing right beside them—snatched it away at the last second.

I blinked. That was unexpected.

The girl who had taken the mic smirked, bringing it to her lips. She bit her finger slightly before speaking, a teasing glint in her eyes.

“So hello,” she purred.

I raised an eyebrow, caught off guard. That... wasn’t the reaction I had anticipated.

“Err, hi?” I said, my voice trailing off slightly as I glanced at the person she had taken the mic from. Their face was a mixture of shock and frustration, their mouth slightly open as if they wanted to say something but couldn’t.

The crowd reacted instantly, murmers rippling through the venue, some fans gasping at the bold move.