How could you not admire him?

His hands caressed the strings, weaving the melody of his solo into the song, while his hair swayed in harmony with the music. His talent was undeniable, and your gaze never wavered from him.

Even now, you found yourself second in line for the fan meet-up, and your eyes remained fixed on him. When it was finally your turn, you stood before him, so near yet so far.

"I see I've caught your attention; I've felt your gaze since the concert," he said, smiling.