SuperStar!

The applause had barely settled when Ethan, ever the master of pace, gave a subtle nod to the band. The atmosphere in the Wiltern had shifted from raw emotional vulnerability to a buzzing energy that seemed to pulse from the stage itself. The spotlight flickered and then flooded the stage again, this time with a brighter, warmer hue.

Ethan stood there for a moment, his gaze sweeping across the crowd, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. It was the kind of smile that didn't just say he was enjoying the moment—it said he knew exactly what was happening, and he was savoring it. He raised his hand to the microphone stand and gripped it with the same ease he'd shown when he first stepped onto the stage.

For a second, the crowd was still, waiting for him to speak, to explain what was next. Ethan didn't waste time with words.

He nodded to the band again, and the unmistakable rhythm of a song kicked in. The beat was electric, infectious—something that pulled at the heart of the audience. The music was lively, fast, and full of life, a stark contrast to the slow, melancholic songs that had just left everyone breathless.

He smirked as he brought the microphone to his lips, his eyes scanning the sea of faces before him. He was born for this. The moment felt almost surreal to him, like he was stepping into something he already knew, a rhythm that had been playing in his soul since before he even understood the word "stage." His life, his memories, they had all led to this moment. And in a way, he had always known this would happen—he had known he was meant for something bigger than the having a normal life or even a above normal life he was meant to be a star a superstar.

The crowd went silent, anticipation rising. Ethan closed his eyes for a split second, feeling the pulse of the music flood his veins, and then he sang:

🎵 "I'm in love with the shape of you,

We push and pull like a magnet do,

Although my heart is falling too,

I'm in love with your body." 🎵

The beat pulsed, and the audience immediately joined in, their voices rising with his. Ethan was still, letting the crowd sing the next lines as he soaked in the energy, his chest swelling with pride as the waves of sound surrounded him. He didn't have to direct them—they knew exactly when to join, when to shout, and when to sing along. It was pure, untamed joy.

The lights flashed in time with the beat, adding a dizzying effect that only intensified the connection. Ethan was no longer just performing; he was living the music, riding it like a wave.

🎵 "Oh I oh I oh I oh I oh I,

I'm in love with your body,

Oh I oh I oh I oh I oh I,

I'm in love with your body." 🎵

The audience was on fire now. Hands were raised high, clapping to the beat. Ethan's eyes met a row of fans at the front, their hands stretched out toward him like they wanted to touch the very essence of his energy. He winked, his smile growing even wider as he fed off their excitement. The rush, the connection—this was where he thrived.

Ethan's body moved instinctively, his feet shifting to the rhythm, his hands gesturing fluidly, painting the air with his performance. Every move he made seemed perfectly choreographed, even though it was all him, all natural. He wasn't trying to be something he wasn't; he was simply existing in the moment, and that was enough. The energy he exuded was raw and real, and the audience could feel it.

As the chorus reached its peak, Ethan gestured toward the audience, urging them to sing louder, to match his energy.

"Let me hear you, guys!" he shouted, and the crowd roared back.

He didn't just stand there; he moved, weaving in and out of the spotlight. The energy from the crowd fed him, fueled him, until the song was almost over. He threw his head back, eyes closed, lost in the music.

As the last note faded, the audience erupted into a thunderous roar. Ethan stood still for a moment, chest rising and falling with the rush of adrenaline, before he leaned into the microphone and spoke, his voice soft yet laced with a palpable excitement.

"Thank you, thank you all," he breathed, still catching his breath. "But we're just getting started. You ready for the next one?"

The response was deafening, and without missing a beat, the band launched into another track. This one was faster, even more infectious than the last. Ethan could feel the anticipation surging again, and he didn't waste a second.

The lights shifted to a neon glow as a familiar synth beat pulsed through the speakers. The crowd went wild. He grinned, eyes twinkling as he launched into the next song.

🎵 "I been tryna call, I've been on my own for long enough,

Maybe you can show me how to love, maybe…

I'm going through withdrawals, you don't even have to do too much,

You can turn me on with just a touch, baby." 🎵

The audience instantly joined him, their voices blending seamlessly with his. Ethan was more than a performer now—he was a force of nature, channeling his emotions and energy through every note. As he sang, his hands moved freely, guiding the rhythm of the song with ease. It wasn't just about the performance anymore. It was about the connection. It was about the way they all existed in that shared space, as if the music had formed an invisible thread that tied them all together.

🎵 "I'm blinded by the lights,

No, I can't sleep until I feel your touch,

I said, ooh, I'm drowning in the night,

Oh, when I'm like this, you're the one I trust." 🎵

Ethan closed his eyes for a moment, letting the melody guide him. His voice had grown stronger with every note, resonating with a power that seemed to fill every inch of the room. As the lights pulsed with the beat, Ethan's body swayed effortlessly, syncing with the rhythm. His hair moved as he danced with the beat, and the fans echoed his every word.

The crowd was in sync with him, their bodies moving, their voices rising with each line. Ethan could feel the heat, the excitement, the energy. It was like a wave crashing over him, and he was riding it with a natural grace, as though he had been born for this.

As the chorus surged again, he opened his eyes, scanning the crowd. His gaze met the faces of fans in the front row, their eyes wide with excitement. He gave them a playful wink, and they responded with cheers, raising their hands higher.

"Let's go!" he shouted, urging them on, and the energy of the room exploded in a chorus of shouts and applause.

The song hit its peak, and as it neared its end, Ethan let the music wash over him once more. The lights began to dim slowly, and for just a brief moment, it felt like the world was holding its breath again. He stood there, eyes closed, feeling the crowd's love—he could almost taste it. It was real, and it was undeniable.

And then, as the final notes faded, Ethan stepped back, his chest heaving with the intensity of the performance. The applause was deafening once more, the sound washing over him like a tidal wave.

He looked out at the sea of faces, his heart swelling with pride. They weren't just fans. They were family, partners in this journey. This wasn't just a concert. It was a shared experience, a collective memory.

"Thank you, everyone!" he said, his voice thick with emotion. "You guys are incredible."

He took a breath, steadying himself, before raising his hand high in the air.

"Are you ready for one more?"

The crowd roared. Ethan didn't need any more encouragement.

The band transitioned into another song, a melody as lively and contagious as the last. Ethan grinned, knowing he was about to give them more. And he did. Because for Ethan, this—this was just the beginning.