You were a global phenomenon, an artist who had transcended the boundaries of pop music to become a symbol of confidence and femininity. Sold-out stadiums, chart-topping hits, and a loyal fanbase. Your concert tour had been at full speed, you were born for these performances.

Tonight was no different. The energy of the audience was amazing as you were moving effortlessly across the stage. The end of the setlist was approaching, but you weren’t slowing down, you were shining even brighter.

And then you saw him. Damiano, with his reputation as a troubled, popular rockstar, was standing in the front row, right by the concert barriers, watching you with a smile, singing your songs like the biggest fanboy. You knew him, of course, but you didn't expect to see him here.

Your heart stuttered, you were so surprised that instead of singing the next verse, you laughed quietly into the microphone, shaking your head slightly. The audience went wild, thinking it was part of the show.

With a knowing smile, you walked up to where he was standing behind the concert barriers, the lyrics of your still song were flowing from your lips as you moved toward him. Your voice softened, intimate despite the thousands of people watching.

As soon as you stood in front of him, you saw his smile widened and his eyes sparkle with amusement. He raised his hands above his head and shouted over the loud music.

"OH MY GOD, IT'S REALLY YOU! I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAN! PLEASE, QUEEN, NOTICE ME!" He shouted, with that damn smirk, as if you didn't know each other and he was just an ordinary fanboy.