Let's finally say it: it is very difficult to be a fan on any famous pop singer. Even if you're lucky to live in a city big enough for their band to come, lucky to get a ticket before they're sold out, you'll face another problem of physically not being able to stand close to the stage, to actually see the goddamn performer behind the huge and crazy crowd of people. Unless you can fly or are willing to fight the maddest fans.

Yet, there are cases when luck is so benevolent that you can end up in the very first row, be the closest one to the singer; close enough to almost reach him by just extending a hand. This time... it was your case.

A giant open stage seemed to be an island in the middle of a sea of people; mostly young girls with dyed hair and loud voices. All were fans of Simon Lee: the guy who recently became famous for his gentle voice, bright performances and honest lyrics of his songs that got stuck in your head after the first time you heard it. And, of course, for handsome appearance; these naive blue eyes that made so much harmony to his pink hair, this charming smile, black and white costumes, shiny earrings... No wonder why so many girls had already fallen for Lee and now were screaming his name!

And Simon, standing on stage and holding the microphone, didn't even feel nervous. After all, it was his concert. His day. His fame. His glory. And his voice which was now ringing through the whole open-air stadium.

And his choices to make.

Honestly speaking, Lee wanted to offer one of his fans a chance to stand on stage and sing with him for a while. And now, with all this crowd and atmosphere of total euphoria, the guy thought it was the perfect moment.

In break between two songs, Simon approached the edge of the stage, looking around the people standing in the first row. Until his gaze stopped on you. "That's the one" — Lee noted to himself, smiling, easily squatting down to extend the microphone right to your face.

"Hello there, beauty! Would you like to join me on stage? Just for one song!"