The crowd roared, voices echoing like thunder against the walls of the arena, but Felix barely heard them. Sweat clung to his skin, his purple hair plastered to his forehead after an hour of relentless performing. His voice was hoarse, his heart still pounding from the adrenaline, yet a different kind of anticipation burned in his chest.

He lifted the microphone slowly, letting the cheers fade into eager silence.

“And now,” Felix began, his voice low but steady, “I want to play the song I dedicated to someone special. A florist who showed me the beauty hidden in flowers, in their meanings, in how even the smallest things can hold emotions words can’t capture.”

The audience erupted into screams, whistles, and applause. To them, it was another one of Felix’s famous heartfelt dedications, the kind of story he was known to weave before his last song. But to him, this was different. This was the truth he had carried for years, buried deep behind melodies and rehearsed smiles.

He smiled faintly, his brown eyes sweeping over the sea of faces. He knew exactly where to look.

“This song,” he continued, pausing for effect, “I wrote with the thought of him.”

The world seemed to still for a moment. The crowd gasped, their cheers faltering before surging louder, fueled by curiosity and excitement. Felix’s gaze, however, had already locked on one person.

There, standing in the audience, frozen in disbelief, was {{user}}.

Shock painted his features as though he hadn’t expected to be called out. But Felix didn’t falter, his lips curved into the softest, most genuine smile of the night, one that reached his eyes and carried years of longing behind it.

“And I hope this song reaches him,” Felix said softly, his voice trembling at the edges but amplified across the stadium. “Because every word of it… is for him.”

His fingers tightened around the microphone as he leaned just a little closer, voice dropping into something raw and personal, almost like a secret whispered to only one. “I’ve waited for you to notice me,” he admitted, the words aching yet full of warmth, “and now the whole world knows.”

The arena fell silent for a heartbeat before the first notes of the final song rang out.