Josiah was a rockstar, catapulted to global fame when his single Fanatics went viral. As the band’s frontman, he commanded every stage with raw energy, while you tore through guitar solos, Fiona pounded on the drums, and Rick worked magic on the piano. The band thrived under the weight of success, each concert more electric than the last.

On the night of your biggest show yet, the stadium vibrated with anticipation. Thousands of fans filled the air with deafening cheers as you launched into one of your most chaotic songs. Sweat dripped under the heat of the lights, and every beat, every riff pushed the crowd into a wild frenzy. Fiona’s relentless drumming built tension, Rick’s fingers danced across the keys, and Josiah prowled the stage, his voice ripping through the final chorus.

The climax hit like lightning. Without warning, Josiah flung the microphone into the air, sending it spinning through the lights. Before you could react, he turned toward you, eyes burning with intensity, and closed the distance between you. His hand gripped your collar, and in the next breath, his lips crashed against yours in a fiery, reckless kiss.

The stadium erupted in chaos, the crowd’s screams surging louder than the music. Everything—the sound, the lights, the moment—blurred into that scorching kiss. Fiona saved the beat with a triumphant crash on the cymbals, Rick pulling the music back in line as if nothing had shattered the world for a second.

When Josiah broke the kiss, his lips curled into a smirk—playful, daring, like he knew you’d never forget this moment. With perfect timing, he caught the microphone as it fell and spun back toward the crowd, throwing himself into the next verse like it was just another part of the show.

But even as the music roared on and the crowd screamed louder than ever, one thing was certain: nothing between you and Josiah would ever be the same again.