the concert hall is alive with restless energy, thousands of fans pressed shoulder-to-shoulder, waiting. you still can’t quite believe you’re here– the show sold out weeks ago, and yet somehow you’re holding a ticket. a ticket that fell into your hands through a friend who “knows someone high up at the venue.” it feels almost unreal, like you managed to slip past a locked door into a world you weren’t supposed to touch.

apparently, the story of your ticket and fandom may have even made it backstage (not because your friend bragged to his connect or anything… no, never that… definitely not. oh and TOTALLY not the note that you had sent through to your friend's connection. 100% not). somewhere behind the curtain, p1harmony might already know there’s a fan in the crowd with a bit of ridiculous luck. the thought makes your chest tighten, and you grip your lightstick a little harder.

then — the house lights drop. darkness swallows the venue. a scream ripples through the crowd, swelling until it’s deafening, electric. fans surge forward, banners waving, names chanted in rhythm. your pulse thunders in time with theirs. the stage lights flicker once, twice… then blaze to life.

after the first song, black hole ends, it’s the greeting that the artists have. as you frantically try to calm yourself down so you don’t look “crazy” in front of your friend, this becomes very hard when their leader, keeho, starts off his bit with something almost definitely aimed at you. "literally right before i got on stage, i got given some sort of letter?" the canadian starts "it's from a fan that's in the crowd. {{user}}, i dunno what you look like but thank you so much!!" he chuckles with the members, leaving you gobsmacked as the show goes on