SuperStar!

Behind the stage, Jessica stood with her arms crossed, her brow furrowed as the muffled cheers from the concert echoed around them. The flashing lights of the stage illuminated her concerned expression. She exhaled sharply, glancing at Bill, who was humming a tune and tapping his feet to the music.

"Why did he sing Sugar now?" she asked, shaking her head. "We had a plan for it, Bill. This was supposed to be the big surprise—drop it tonight, ride the high of the show to amplify the release. And now he's already performed it!"

Bill, oblivious to her frustration, continued swaying slightly, his arms loose at his sides. He finally stopped dancing long enough to tap her shoulder and point toward the crowd near the front of the stage. "Hey, look over there," he said, his voice filled with curiosity.

Jessica followed his gaze and spotted a commotion near the barricades. A girl in the front row was slumped over, fans waving frantically for help. The scene sent a jolt through Jessica, and she turned to Bill, her face a mix of worry and irritation.

Bill, however, let out a sudden, hearty laugh. "He's going to be way bigger than we ever imagined," he said, nodding toward the fainted fan. "If a single performance of Sugar has people passing out, we're looking at something massive here."

Jessica frowned, her voice sharp. "Bill, this isn't funny! That girl might need serious help. We can't risk a lawsuit because of this, and I'm not about to let her sit there unattended."

Bill shrugged, still grinning. "Relax, Jess. If we had to escort every fainting fan to the hospital, we'd probably have to carry half the audience out every night. Just hold on." He turned to a nearby crew member who was pacing the sidelines, looking tense but ready to assist.

"Hey, you!" Bill called out, waving him over. "Get to the front row. There's a girl who fainted. Pour some water on her, check if she's okay. If she needs to sit down, bring her backstage. Got it?"

"Yes, sir!" the crew member replied, already heading off toward the barricade.

Jessica shook her head, muttering under her breath about Bill's casual attitude. Before she could say anything else, Ethan's voice thundered through the speakers, crisp and magnetic:

🎵 "Sugar! Yes, please,

Won't you come and put it down on me?" 🎵

Bill froze mid-step, then let out a shout, throwing his hands up in mock celebration. "That's the stuff!" he yelled, his enthusiasm infectious.

Jessica couldn't help but laugh. "You're a middle-aged man giggling at your own singer's concert," she teased, her tone half playful, half exasperated. "Your own singer, Bill. Have some dignity."

Bill pointed at her, still moving to the beat. "There's no way you can hear Ethan sing and not be moved, Jess. Admit it!"

Jessica rolled her eyes, though a smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "Okay, fine, that's true," she admitted, her gaze drifting back toward the crowd.

The crew member returned, helping the girl who had fainted. Her face was damp with water, and her eyes fluttered open as she steadied herself. Jessica breathed a sigh of relief, watching as the fan smiled weakly, clearly overwhelmed but excited.

Jessica's eyes wandered over the rest of the crowd. The sea of fans was alive, moving as one to the rhythm of the song. Arms swayed, flashlights sparkled, and faces glowed with pure exhilaration. It wasn't just a concert—it was an experience.

Ethan's voice cut through the noise, powerful and unyielding, pulling every soul in the room into his orbit.

🎵 "Yeah, you show me good loving, make it all right,

Need a little sweetness in my life..." 🎵

Bill leaned in closer to Jessica, his voice softening for a moment. "Look at them," he said, nodding toward the crowd. "Every single one of them is feeling this song. They don't even know it yet, but this is going to be huge."

Jessica watched the fans, her heart swelling with pride for Ethan. "You're right," she said quietly. "This song—this moment—it's magic."

The song hit its crescendo, Ethan's voice soaring above the thunderous applause and cheers.

🎵 "Sugar! Yes, please,

Won't you come and put it down on me?" 🎵

The final note hung in the air, and the arena erupted in deafening cheers. Ethan stood at center stage, his arms outstretched, soaking in the adoration.

Bill smiled, shaking his head. "That kid is unstoppable."

Jessica didn't reply. She was too busy watching Ethan, who seemed to glow under the spotlight, his energy infectious and his talent undeniable. She knew, in that moment, that this performance would be the start of something extraordinary.