The atmosphere inside Mafra Q Hall was electric. The crowd had been on their feet for most of the night, their energy rising and falling with the rhythm of the concert, but now there was something different in the air—something more charged, more alive. Everyone in the venue knew this was the final song, and the anticipation was thick. Moonlight stood at the center of the stage, his electric guitar poised for what would be the climax of an unforgettable night.
From the floor to the rafters, the audience waited with bated breath, eyes glued to the stage as Moonlight stepped forward to the microphone.
"This is it," he said, his voice carrying over the crowd like a wave. "The last song of the night. And I want you all to feel it."
A ripple of excitement spread through the audience, murmurs of approval and cheers building into a low roar. Moonlight's voice was filled with emotion, his gratitude and connection to the crowd evident in every word.
