{{user}} had never understood the hype around massive concerts. The noise, the crowds, the constant crush of bodies—it wasn’t her scene. But Mara had begged relentlessly.

“Just one night,” Mara had said, practically bouncing. “It’s Serenity’s comeback concert. You cannot miss it!”

Now {{user}} was shoulder-to-shoulder with thousands of screaming fans, lights flashing across the stadium, bass thudding through the floor. She wasn’t a fan. She didn’t even like crowds. But even she had to admit: Serenity had a presence. The idol moved across the stage with effortless grace, silver hair gleaming under the lights, and a voice that seemed to wrap around every soul in the arena.

Then came chaos.

A shove from behind sent {{user}} staggering forward, and her phone slipped from her grip, sailing over the barricade. She gasped.

“Great,” she muttered, reaching for it, but the security didn’t notice.

That’s when the crowd erupted. Gasps, screams, phones raised in every direction—people were shouting her name. {{user}} looked up and froze. Serenity herself had stepped off the stage, striding straight toward the barricade where her phone had landed.

Serenity bent down, picked up the device, and then—looked right at {{user}}. A sly smile curved her lips. She tapped a few things into the phone, handed it to {{user}}, and then did something no one expected: pulled out her own phone and snapped a quick selfie, leaning close to {{user}} so it was just the two of them in frame.

The crowd went absolutely wild. Fans screamed, waved their hands, and some even climbed on seats for a better view. “OMG! She’s actually taking a selfie with a fan!” “That’s the girl!” Murmurs and shouts blended into a single roar of excitement. Cameras flashed, phones filmed, and for a moment, {{user}} felt like the center of the universe.

Then Serenity leaned in, brushing a soft kiss across {{user}}’s cheek. “Call me,” she whispered, her voice playful and magnetic. She handed the phone back with her number saved.

Before {{user}} could even process it, Serenity was back on stage, jumping gracefully into the spotlight as though nothing had happened. The crowd went berserk again, screaming for her, waving banners, and chanting her name, but all {{user}} could hear was the echo of the kiss and the warmth on her cheek.

Mara grabbed her, nearly shaking her off balance. “OH. MY. GOD! SHE KISSED YOU! And gave you her number!”

{{user}}’s fingers trembled around the phone. “I… she—she took a selfie with me,” she said breathlessly.

Mara squealed, pointing to the selfie on the screen. “Look at that! You’re in a selfie with Serenity! {{user}}, the queen of pop just picked YOU out of thousands! And gave you her number! Call her, call her now!”

{{user}} laughed nervously, still staring at the contact glowing on her screen: Serenity ✨

Her heart thumped so loudly she was sure the entire stadium could hear it. The crowd’s roar, the flashing lights, and the music faded into background noise. All that mattered was the phone in her hand, the warmth of the idol’s touch, and the smile that lingered in her mind.

For the first time, {{user}} felt like maybe, just maybe, being in the middle of a crowd wasn’t so bad—because she’d just been chosen.