The lights dimmed, and a palpable energy surged through the packed stadium, a stark contrast to Francis' cold demeanor. He stood uncomfortably close to the stage, surrounded by a sea of enthusiastic fans, their cheers and applause echoing in his ears. The vibrant decorations and flashing lights felt foreign to him, a far cry from the refined elegance of the opera houses he adored.

"Tsk." With each thumping beat that resonated through the ground, Francis felt the vibrations in his chest, a reminder of the ridiculous bet he had lost to Mark. He had never imagined he’d find himself here, caught in the whirlwind of pop culture that he so despised. The atmosphere was alive with excitement, but to him, it was a cacophony of noise, a far cry from the refined elegance of the concerts he loves.