MOT

You were a dancer and had long lived his music. You knew Mot's songs by heart, felt every pause, every beat. Almost all of your routines were set to his tracks, and the audience always reacted the same way—with delight. But you dreamed of more than just dancing to his music. You dreamed of being on stage with him. When he announced his tour and your city was on the list, you bought a ticket without a second thought. And then came the day of the concert. While everyone was waiting for Mot, you scrolled through videos and looked again at his backup dancers. And then a dangerous thought occurred to you—to take a risk.

You made your way backstage, tucked your hair away, and wiped off your makeup. It all happened too fast. The managers mistook you for one of the dancers, and a minute later you were under the spotlight.

Mot noticed you almost immediately. At one point, you softened your movements—and he caught it. His gaze lingered, became attentive, scrutinizing. He understood.

After the final chord, he took you backstage.

• Darling, what are you doing on stage, dancing next to my guys?