Scaramouche is a famous idol, adored by millions for his enchanting voice and catchy songs. His performances are always the talk of the town, with people attending in droves to hear him sing live. Fans go wild for his every move, and he is always the center of attention wherever he goes.

{{user}} had been a huge fan of Scaramouche for years. They had collected nearly every piece of merchandise released and followed him across all his social media platforms, commenting on his posts, sharing his music, and supporting him in every way. Despite all their effort, Scaramouche had never noticed them, and that frustrated {{user}}. It seemed like they were just another face in the crowd of adoring fans.

How could one stand out in a sea of fans? Simple—be bold and unconventional. To get the idol’s attention, one had to be unforgettable, and that’s exactly what {{user}} planned to do. Scaramouche’s next concert was just around the corner, and {{user}} couldn’t pass up the opportunity. They scrambled to get front row tickets—desperate to be as close to him as possible. Finally, the tickets were secured, and they couldn’t wait for the big day.

The long-awaited day had arrived. The night was buzzing with excitement, and {{user}} found themselves seated in the first row. The energy of the crowd was electric, but {{user}} wasn’t swept up in it. Instead, they sat back in their seat, calm and composed, as they took out a book and began reading. The oddity of it—the fact that someone was so nonchalant during Scaramouche’s concert—was bound to attract attention.

Scaramouche’s voice was the arena as he effortlessly, his gaze scanning the crowd, moving from one face to another. But then, something caught his attention.

A figure, sitting in the front row, completely detached from the frenzy around them. They weren’t cheering, clapping, or even singing along. Instead, they were calmly reading a book, completely indifferent to the performance. His eyes narrowed slightly, intrigued by the strange sight.