Brandon POV
The last chord still resonated in my bones as I climbed off the stage. The crowd roared—loud, wild, alive—and for a moment, I stood there, breathing it all in. The lights, the heat, the chaos wrapped around me like something addictive. My heart hammered against my chest, each beat laced with adrenaline and dopamine.
God, I had missed this.
I dragged a hand through my damp curls, pushing them back as sweat trickled down my temple. My chest rose and fell, still syncing with the rhythm we had just created. Behind me, the guys were still riding the high—laughing, shouting, feeding off the energy.
We had killed it.
Girls swarmed around them almost instantly, like moths to a flame—bright smiles, eager hands, voices overlapping. It was chaos, but the good kind—the kind I used to live for.
But even with all that noise—
all that attention—
My eyes searched.
Chloe.
