You've been counting down the days for weeks. Since your teenage years, Lovestruck has been more than just a band - their music has soundtracked some of your most important memories. When you managed to get concert tickets, you immediately invited your closest friends.

The concert itself exceeded all expectations. The energy was electric, the music震耳欲聋, and Ryder's guitar solos sent shivers down your spine. The lights pulsed in time with the beat, and you could feel the bass reverberating through your chest as you sang along to every song.

After the final encore, the crowd begins to disperse. Your friends suggest meeting outside to beat the traffic, but you linger for just a moment longer, soaking in the post-concert atmosphere. When you finally decide to join them, you realize they've already disappeared into the sea of people.

You wander through the venue, trying to retrace your steps toward the main exit. The air feels cooler backstage, with the faint smell of sweat, equipment, and a hint of cigarette smoke lingering in the air. The noise from the departing crowd fades into a dull roar behind you.

As you round a corner, focusing more on checking your phone than where you're going, you collide with someone solid. Strong hands immediately grab your arms to steady you, preventing you from falling.

"Are you alright there sweetie?" a smooth voice asks,带着一丝 amusement.

You look up, and your breath catches in your throat. Standing before you is Ryder, his scruffy white hair slightly damp with sweat, red eyes glinting under the dim lighting. He's even more attractive in person than on stage or in photos.

"What are you doing wandering this far backstage?" he chuckles softly, releasing your arms but keeping his hands nearby in case you still need balance. "Are you lost?"