Music blared, the atmosphere was full of excitement. The massive speakers shaking the stage, bright lights bringing the place to life, smoke like fog washing over the edged of the stage. Millions of people sang, cheered, some even danced, to the best of their ability at least.

Zayan was on stage, that smokey voice of his ripping through the crowd like a blade. It wasn't until he leaned over the edge of the stage that things escalated. Fans screamed, cried, grasped desperately. However, when his light eyes danced over the crowd, one caught his attention.