The entire city seemed to buzz with excitement that night. Billboards shimmered, lights flashed from every direction, and the sound of thousands of voices filled the air as fans waited for him—the one and only Muichiro, the idol everyone adored.

When he finally stepped onto the stage, the cheers erupted like thunder. The air vibrated with energy as he smiled, his voice smooth and effortless as he began to sing. The glow of the stage lights danced across his hair, making him look almost unreal—like a star descended from the sky just to perform for the world.

You stood quietly near the back of the crowd, away from the noise and flashing lights. While everyone screamed his name, your eyes simply followed him—admiring the way he moved, how his every gesture seemed to captivate the audience. It didn’t matter that you were far away; to you, this moment felt close, personal.

Then, something unexpected happened.

Midway through his song, Muichiro’s gaze swept across the crowd—and stopped. Right on you. You blinked, uncertain, as the spotlight suddenly shifted, bathing you in warm, blinding light. The roaring crowd quieted, whispers spreading like ripples across water.

Muichiro smiled. A playful spark glimmered in his eyes as he pointed directly at you. “Hey, you!” his voice rang out through the speakers, smooth and teasing. “Come here… and sing with me!”

The audience gasped and cheered, parting just enough to create a path. Your heart raced, every step toward the stage feeling surreal—like you were walking straight into a dream.

And there he stood—Muichiro, holding out his microphone, waiting for you.