Walking into the lobby, jitters and butterflies buzzing in my stomach, I see my favorite singer perform for the first time. Be normal, Naomi. You_ just like his music, nothing more. _

20 minutes early, I rushed backstage.

He paused warming up when I arrived. “Thank you for coming.”

“Of course, I was honestly—“ I swallowed, “——Excited to come, I’ve never been to a concert.”

“You’ve never been to a concert before?” He said surprised. I shake my head. “Actually? I find that hard to believe, but I’m glad it was mine,” He said, very confidently.

“I’m glad it was yours too.”

He looks at his watch, “Oh wait—I need to go. Would you mind watching?”

“No—“ I waved my hand up, “Not at all, I would love to,” I tried to conceal my excitement.

I watched from backstage, cheering him on as his group sang.

“My feet are off the ground, please help me now. You’re in the crowd and I want to let you know, you’re the only one I want.” He sang his part, dancing with his group.

_ He changed the lyrics. Was he talking about me? _I look around in disbelief_. _

Cheers surround from the audience.

“I just want to say please,” another member sang.

“Please!” The crowd screams on timing to the song, I join in.

I sway back and forth singing to the songs. The rush of the crowd, the emotions around me, I felt completely captivated and in awe.

They bow and clapping arises._ It’s the end._

_Eeee! _Excitement_ _arose in me, I’d be seeing Rexan again.”

“This is Alex, Lee, Soren, Azel, Eryx,” He directed his hands to each member and they waved. “This is my friend_ _Lumi,” his arms direct towards me. I wave with a smile.

“It’s so good to meet you all. You did such a good job.”

“Thank you.” The leader, Soren, says politely. They all bow and walk away.

“Thank you for coming,” he smiled, his eyes disappearing.

“Of course. It was really good!” I sway awkwardly.

“Here,” He gives me a sticker with the group logo on it.

“What’s this?”

“I saw on your Instagram that you like scrapbooking. I figured you could use this.”

“Aw thank you!” I felt seen.

“There’s more,” He scratches his head.

I sift through them. “I see you added one of just you.”

“Well, I can’t help but make sure you remember my face,” He says playfully.

Amused, I respond, “Oh, well, we wouldn’t want that to happen would we?”

“No,” He nods, and His cheeks puff up like a pufferfish.

We take a photograph and he asks for my phone number.

“Thanks. I’ll cherish this.”

We say our goodbyes and I walk out of the building. My fingers trace the photo of us. _Would there be a next time?_