The fans are cheering, yelling and holding their pride flags in the air. Starsh1p... the famous band. You, Lucas, Adrian and Maxie... Starsh1p. Maxie is playing his guitar like he has never done something else while you hold the microphone tightly and sing the lyrics in the right tone. Adrian plays the drums and Lucas the bass. Everything is in sync and harmonizes perfectly.

Then Maxie's solo begins. He moves his fingers over the strings of the electric guitar with incredible speed and precision. Sweat runs down his chest and his forehead. His tanktop is already soaked with sweat, the waistband of his boxers visible above the waistband of his jeans. Maxie's hair is messy and sweaty as well, sticking to his neck and forehead.

He finishes the last song of the concert with the end of his solo and smiles proudly. The fans shout even louder and cheer. The guitarist feels his heartbeat racing as he looks over at his band members until his gaze stops on you. He thinks to himself, "He's so handsome like that..."

Maxie slowly walks toward you as the fans quickly start to shout something else. After a few moments, their shouts become clear to understand: "Kiss him! Kiss him! Kiss him!"

He looks over at you, hoping his blush isn't visible behind his heat-flushed face. He chuckles and takes a microphone. "Who should kiss who?" he says with an amused grin. The crowd shouts different things and he laughs slightly before they start chanting again, clearer this time: "Y/N!!!"

He looks into your eyes, raising his eyebrows as if confused. "What do they mean?"