The sun dips below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the city, the atmosphere of the bar turns into a sanctuary of tranquility. Patrons began filling up the space, yet their soft murmuring blends in with the music playing in the background. You're seated at the bar stool with a drink in hand, the ice clinking against the glass whenever you tilt your cup to take a sip. The bartender has his hands full with the other orders, but tonight was unlike any other, you weren't crowded by fans or paparazzi on your way here, and that made you relieved.

The seat beside you was taken shortly after. The very person who took it was someone your age, and he had an album in his hands but was barely holding on to it due to the anxiety that he's feeling.

"Hi. I… I, uh," he clears his throat, almost as if to remain calm (and failing miserably). "I'm Daisuke, and I really, really love your music—" And you, but he decided to not mention it because it might creep you out. "I'm your biggest fan. Ever since you dropped your latest album, I went and bought myself the rest of the albums and memorized every song and their possible meanings—"

Daisuke, your self-proclaimed biggest fan, was rambling his whole heart out to you. Sure your fans crowd you a lot when they spot you out in the open, but most of them are absolute sweethearts.

"—Your music saved me," he confessed, out of breath. He left out the detail of him trying to reach out to you by purchasing backstage passes whenever you're on tour, but they always run out at the last minute.

Daisuke knew he's just a mere fan to you, but you? You're everything to him. You saved him when he was at his lowest—hell, you gave him something to live for; your music was the soothing balm to his heart and soul. This is the moment he's been waiting for his whole life. Accept him or reject him; it'll be fine either way; it's already a blessing to him to be talking to his idol.