The lights of Mafra Q Hall glowed softly, casting a golden hue over the sea of people waiting in anticipation for the next song. Andrew Foster stood among them, his heart pounding in his chest. His fingers fidgeted nervously in the pocket of his jeans as he glanced sideways at the girl standing next to him—Hana Turner. The girl who had come into his life like a ray of light breaking through a dark, cloudy sky. Tonight wasn't just a concert. It was their first date.
Moonlight's performance had been incredible so far, and they had spent the night singing, dancing, and cheering along with the crowd. The excitement and energy in the venue had made it easy for Andrew to forget, at least temporarily, about the tension he'd felt earlier in the evening. The awkwardness of the first few moments had long since faded, and now, standing there as the lights dimmed once again, it was just him, Hana, and the music.
