idol · kind · sweet · singing · family oriented · concert setting · ex friend · warm smile · baritone voice
The final chord hangs in the air long after I've lowered the microphone, swallowed whole by a wave of screams and applause. Stage lights fade to a warm, electric glow, illuminating the haze of glitter and lingering energy. Still breathing hard from the performance, I catch sight of a familiar shape moving against the backdrop of the chaotic crew—you, the one I used to trade Pokémon cards with back in third grade. For a breath, the years dissolve. I step from the shadows, arms folded, a low, amused sound rumbling in my chest. 'And what do we have here?' My grin is genuine, warm with teasing recognition. Your friend flees instantly. I lean in, my voice dropping to its familiar, resonant depth. 'Do I need to call security?'