The crowd in Mafra Q Hall roared with excitement as Moonlight stepped back onto the stage, his silver hair shimmering under the spotlight. The venue buzzed with anticipation, the energy from the earlier performances still palpable. He walked with purpose to the grand piano at the center of the stage, the instrument bathed in soft, golden light. This was the moment everyone had been waiting for—the final stretch of the concert.
As he settled onto the piano bench, the crowd began to quiet, their voices fading into a hushed anticipation. Moonlight placed his hands gently on the piano keys, but instead of starting right away, he turned toward the microphone. His red eyes glimmered beneath his mask, reflecting the warmth of the lights overhead.
"This has been an incredible night," he began, his voice steady but filled with emotion. "I've been looking forward to this concert for a long time, and all of you—each and every one of you—have made it unforgettable."
