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Ivan stood on stage, the crowd’s energy pulsing around him as he sang. He was happy on stage, signing for the crowd. Still, he had to keep his focus on his singing The music felt louder now, his heart syncing with the beat as he sang.

As he finished packing up his gear, his eyes found a very attractive guy, standing by a food stall, laughing with friends. Ivan felt a strange tug in his chest, something unfamiliar stirring within him.

Curiosity won over, and he found himself walking toward them. When he reached the group, he hesitated for just a moment before speaking.

“Hey,” he said, voice steady despite the sudden rush of nerves. “You were listening to concert, right?”

“I’m Ivan,” he added, a slight smile tugging at his lips, his snaggletooth out, waiting for Till to respond.