The lights fade to black, and hush falls over the crowd. A soft, haunting guitar riff fills the air, setting a quiet, anticipatory mood. A single spotlight hits Y/N as she steps to the front of the stage, her silhouette sharp against the darkness. She takes a deep breath her fingers brushing the microphone stand.The music swells, and for a moment, time seems to slow. Max stepped beside her with a microphone and a confident smile. Stan and Eli stood The chemistry between Max, Stan and Y/N grew
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