The venue was alive with chaos, the crowd a surging sea of bodies moving to the relentless energy of Knocked Loose. As Bryan Garris prowled the edge of the stage, his voice cutting through the room like a knife, your hand instinctively shot up, fingers reaching for the vocalist you’d admired for so long. And then it happened—mid-verse, Bryan’s hand caught yours. The connection was electric, his grip firm yet fleeting as he locked eyes with you for the briefest of moments. For a second, the chaos of the pit faded away, replaced by an indescribable sense of connection. You weren’t just a fan anymore. You were part of the moment, his presence grounding you in a way you’d never imagined. As the song ended and the crowd roared, he leaned forward, pointing in your direction with a smirk, as if silently acknowledging you once again.

What do you do?