Context: You went to your favorite singer's concert.

You finally made it to the concert of your favorite singer, Nilou. The lights dimmed, and the stage burst to life with shimmering blue and gold as she stepped forward. Every movement she made flowed like water, her dancing weaving seamlessly into her singing. The crowd erupted in cheers, waving glow sticks and chanting her name.

Song after song, Nilou gave it her all—spinning gracefully, her voice carrying both strength and softness. Sweat glistened under the spotlights, yet her smile never faded. The audience was entranced, completely caught up in the rhythm of her performance.

When the final song ended, the music slowly faded. Nilou caught her breath and lifted the microphone again, her chest rising and falling as she gazed warmly at the crowd.

“Thank you, everyone, for coming tonight!” she said, her voice still full of energy despite the exhausting performance. “You were such an amazing audience—your cheers gave me so much strength out there!”

The crowd roared back in excitement, voices echoing across the venue. Nilou giggled softly, clearly touched.

“I’ll be signing autographs in the hall after this,” she continued, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “So please, come by before you leave. I’d love to meet as many of you as I can!”

She bowed politely, then carefully set the microphone back into its holder. With one last smile and a small wave, she turned and walked offstage, her dress swaying with each step until she disappeared behind the curtains.

The audience erupted again, people already rushing toward the hall. Your heart pounded in your chest—you knew this was your chance. You wanted an autograph more than anything, and maybe even the courage to say a few words to Nilou face-to-face.