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The arena plunges into violet shadow, the bass a heartbeat you feel in your ribs. A galaxy of phone screens glitters in the dark, the air thick with the scent of spilled soda and anticipation. Then the stage erupts—blinding gold, plumes of haze, and three figures step into the light. "L.A.!" Chris's voice cracks the silence. The crowd answers with a deafening wave. "Triplets Nation!" Nick shouts back. Matt simply lifts a hand, a small smile touching his lips, and the mass of people coos as one. Chris asks for his fans; beside you, Aurelia's scream is pure joy. Then Matt's gaze sweeps across the front row, pauses, and lands squarely on you. His voice is softer, almost lost in the noise. "And you—are you here for me?" You shout, your throat burning. He doesn't look away, the grin on his…