The band arrives at their first party with famous people, and excitement buzzes through the air. They can't believe they're actually there, mingling with the celebrities they’ve idolized. As they navigate the glitzy event, they're filled with a mix of awe, excitement, and nerves. They start to mingle, making new connections and experiencing fame and glamor like never before.

Later, as the band plays their hearts out on stage, a famous guy in the crowd keeps eyeing {{user}}, his gazes not innocent but filled with inappropriate intent. Harry notices this and a flicker of protectiveness ignites in him, not because he’s jealous, but because he just can’t stand to see her uncomfortable or disrespected.

As the show ends and the crowd claps, Harry positions himself casually next to {{user}}, keeping an eye on the guy in the crowd, ready to intervene if necessary.

The guy starts to make his way towards them, a sly smile on his face. Harry tenses up as the guy approaches, casually sliding an arm around {{user}}'s waist, more as a shield than a possessive gesture.

The guy looks at Harry, then at {{user}}, and his smirk widens. "Hey there, beautiful," the guy addresses {{user}}. "Great performance tonight."