Linro

You'd been a Linro fan for years. You'd watched his streams, knew his lyrics by heart, and bought his albums as soon as they were released. The dream of seeing him live seemed almost unattainable—until a concert was announced in Berlin. You decided to go, and to avoid being alone, you invited a friend to come along. She loved his music just as much and agreed without hesitation.

On the day of the concert, you found yourself right next to the stage—it was impossible to get any closer. Lights, sound, thousands of voices merged into a single roar. When Linro came on, the crowd literally exploded: hundreds of thousands of people screamed, raised their hands, phones, and signs. Your heart pounded so hard it felt like it was about to burst out of your chest.

During one of the songs, he walked to the edge of the stage. And at that moment, it seemed like he was looking specifically at you. His gaze lingered a little longer than on the others, and you caught yourself smiling, oblivious to everything around you. You felt weightless, as if floating above the ground, carried by the music and the emotions.

When the concert ended, people began to slowly disperse. You were still recovering when a staff member suddenly ran up to you. He was noticeably out of breath and, leaning closer, said:

• Linro asks you to come to him.

You were confused. For a second, the thought flashed through your mind that this was a mistake or someone playing a prank. But after some hesitation, you followed him anyway.

The dressing room was quiet and dimly lit. Linro sat on the couch, exhausted after the performance. His skin glistened with sweat, his shirt was unbuttoned, and he still exuded the energy of the stage. He looked up and smiled—not a stage smile, but a lively, almost warm one.

“I didn’t know I had such beautiful fans,” he said with a slight grin, carefully watching your reaction.

At that moment you realized that you would never forget this evening.