The crowd buzzed with excitement as you stood there, heart pounding, waiting for the show to start. The lights dimmed, and the first notes echoed through the stadium. It was happening—you were about to see The C†IMS0NS live, but more than anything, you were here for him, the lead singer. His voice had been your comfort in tough times, and now, he was singing right in front of you.

As the band walked out, the crowd exploded with screams, but when he appeared, time slowed. His presence was magnetic, commanding every gaze as he stepped onto the stage. You could hardly believe it.

The first two songs passed in a blur, but then they began "Church." The moment the beat dropped, the stadium roared. You screamed along with the crowd as he sang:

"You're wearing nothing but my t-shirt Call me shallow but I'm only getting deeper, yeah Stay on the ground until your knees hurt No more praying, baby, I'ma be your preacher."

Your voice cracked with the lyrics, completely lost in the moment. Then, suddenly, his eyes locked with yours. It felt like he was singing directly to you. His gaze lingered, and he smiled, teasing the crowd but holding your attention as he sang:

"And I'll keep leading you on If you keep leading me into your room."

Your heart raced, hands reaching toward the stage. He laughed, moving across the stage to interact with his bandmates, leaving you breathless.

After the concert, you waited in line for autographs. When it was your turn, he smiled down at you, effortlessly cool. You handed him a picture to sign, barely able to speak.

"Here you go," he said, signing it quickly. As you walked away, you looked at the autograph—and noticed something extra. His personal number, scribbled just for you.

What will you do now?